This is the last week of Adam's deployment. He comes home on Friday and Friday won't come soon enough. I think b/c I am so close to the end, my patience is gone. Most of you know that I am not a complainer, I take the bad with the good, take it in stride and move on. But today has been kind of a crummy day, so I am going to complain. I am sure I will reread this tomorrow and totally cringe.
The kids were whiny and not particularly good today. Rowan did not nap and now will not go to bed.
Russell broke this butterfly thing that Rachel made me for 'no good reason'. Normally, I'd think, hey at least he told me he did it and restrict him from whatever and move on. Today it really bothered me. I honestly wanted to take one of his new bday toys and snap it in half in front of him for 'no good reason'. I resisted and ignored him for a bit and he was appropriately apologetic. The whole really irritated me. That is so unlike him to do that, so that was troublesome too. It still pisses me off a bit.
I am tired of doing everything.
I don't want to take out the trash.
I don't want to change every single diaper.
I don't want to clean up after every frickin' meal and/or snack.
I am tired of making coffee, although it is a total necessity.
I am tired of telling little people to brush and floss their teeth. I am tired of inspecting teeth and reminding them about cavities.
I don't want to pick up after Rowan and think about my back while doing it.
I am completely done with battling a 2 year old alone. The other day he was struggling to not get in his car seat and I turned a certain way to get him in and there was my back. Not good.
Weekends can really suck. I miss reading the Sunday paper and drinking coffee without requests for this, that and everything else.
I am tired of consoling Rachel and all the tears. I am not a crier and she is. I have had to change the 'no crying' rule to 'quiet crying'. It isn't working. Today she cried b/c her helium balloon came off the ribbon after she played with it and I told her not to play with it for that very reason. AND, she didn't stop crying after I retied the damn ribbon on the balloon. Why???
I am tired of getting up every morning and not sleeping in at all. And, (bad wife moment, prepare yourselves) I just want to reach through the webcam and slap Adam when he complains to me how tired he is. Not that he has ever said he is more tired than me or anything like that. Part of my morning issue is that my old back is so stiff in the morning and picking Rowan up out of his crib is not pleasant.
I am so tired of tattling and endless requests. I LONG to say "Go tell Dad" or "Go complain to Dad" or even better, "Ask Dad".
I want to sit down to eat and not be asked to get someone something or watch Rowan throw something off his highchair the second I sit down.
I am tired of trying to help Russ get everything done – Scouts, homework, speech, and all the little things he needs to work on for school – math facts, reading comprehension. I am so thankful Rachel got that Tag Reader for xmas, b/c that way someone/something can read to her when I run out of time.
That's a good one. I am tired of running out of time.
That being said, it is time for bed. I am slightly cringing as I reread this now. Tomorrow I am sure I will have major complainer's regret!!!
