I came across this term the other day which I thought was a remarkably accurate description of what normal family life is like for many of us.
All day you’re bombarded by the slings and arrows of daily life. It’s kind of what it feels like, sometimes, right?
You’re going about your routine, you carve out a little space for a bit of personal time, you adjust and adapt to whatever demands external factors dish out and at the end of the day you sink into bed and wonder, what did you accomplish today?
Here’s my answer:
If no one is dead, in jail, or, if they’re lucky, grounded, then it was a good day. 🙄
You know instinctively you have to create, or even schedule, me/alone-time. This is not very possible when the children are really young, and that’s ok. The excessive hands-on time is a necessary stage we go through as parents. If you’re there now, don’t worry, your time will come, again, I promise. I just can’t promise that it’ll be quite what you may have had in mind.
When that time does come, the kids are older and their demands on your time is different. I find myself better able to ignore them now at times, although this doesn’t come without consequences. Nor am I able to overlook the consequences due to the residual chores that happen because of them…
For instance, earlier today I had a pile of bed sheets and towels I washed on the weekend that I didn’t end up folding and putting away. We ended up going out for wings and beer after my daughter’s two back-to-back games at the rink on Sunday, and by the time we got home I wasn’t in the mood to tackle more laundry.
Today, one kid was at camp, the other at the movies, and I had a couple of hours between dropping off or picking up. I sat on the couch with my laptop and read/wrote some blog posts.
The laundry can wait. Except, it’s still sitting on the ottoman and one kid is home and the other will be shortly and then I gotta go to another rink for a practice…
That’s just one example of a consequence. I chose to ignore the laundry for some blog reading…and now I get to look at, and worry about, the piles getting jumped on by smelly children. 🙄
Well I hope she’s right. 🙂
You see, the boy wanted to go to the movies and needed a lift. Also he needed ten bucks. He kept asking me for cash, and I kept saying I don’t have any. I do get cash for my dog walking but not till the end of the week.
It’s like he has brain damage. He kept asking me the same question expecting a different answer. Pretty soon it’ll be me who ends up with brain damage…
Finally he pulls a ten dollar bill out of his wallet. I’m like ‘where did that come from?’
He had it all along. He just didn’t want to spend HIS money on the movies. (It was to reimburse someone for something, the movie itself actually got covered by a gift card).
Then the constant driving someplace. It wasn’t until the very last minute when it suddenly occurred to me that he could take the bus, instead of have me drop him off. The Cineplex is literally up the street about 10 stops or so…all he had to do was walk to the bus stop to let public transit drive him to the theatre. Straight line, no changes or transfers, easy peasy. Right?
The boy was appalled. He’s not taking the bus, he said.
He’s turning 14 on Wednesday. I hope I’m not dead and buried by then. 🙂
(Wait till you’re in high school my dear boy, I was thinking, how your life will change…)
Anyway, I’m ducking all the slings and arrows as best as I can, is what I’m saying. Do you know what I mean?
This is all I’ve got for today. Hope your Monday was a good one.