Breathe! It's been one of those weeks. Not a terribly awful week, but one of those weeks! I'm tempted to blame the time change, but I'm not sure that's solely the issue.
There have been giggles and fun this week but tucked in between many of those moments there has been more shouting that I'd like to admit.
Perhaps it is the "fall back" exhaustion that's also brought on a bit of crazy here. The kids have been pushing and pushing back and too far forward that something is sure to break, and usually it's my patience that goes first.
And after the shouting I feel crummy!
Then yesterday, as we were on our way to squeeze a quick library trip in before gymnastics, a back seat conversation about being a grown up...
"Except for when you are Mommy and Daddy's age, because then you'll probably be a parent and not have much fun..."
And...my heart sunk! This is what they think?
But then I picked it back up again.
"Excuse me?! You think Daddy and I don't have any fun?!" in a silly tone, of course.
Skeptical looks through the rear view mirror.
"I mean, it is hard work being a parent and there is a lot of responsibility, but we like to have fun too! Why do you think we take you to do all the fun things that we do?"
Violet, "But those are usually kid things."
"Like Dutch Wonderland, and nature centers, and hikes, and apple picking, and the beach?...Daddy and I love those things. In fact, we used to do all of those things before you guys were even born!"
Gasps from the backseat.
"We like to have fun too. So we take you guys to do the fun things that we like and you like them too, which is a bonus!"
Violet (Henry is sitting quietly in the backseat trying to sort this all out), "And then we'll take our kids to do the same things!"
It makes me sad to think that the kids don't think that we have any fun. They must think that all I ever do is clean, sew, tell them to tidy up, cook and shout. They can't really think that right? Because being a grownup, being a parent is hard and tiring, but it really is a whole lot of fun too!
The rest of the evening went off smoothly with no shouting or disagreements. Until, bedtime, it was just the three of us and it began again, the pushing and pushing back and too far forward and I shouted. The worst way to end the day.
I felt awful. But then as they drifted off to sleep I made a decision. I decided to wake up "on the sunny side". I made a conscious decision to wake up in a good and cheerful mood, to greet everyone happily as they woke this morning. And it worked.
There were no arguments about what clothes to wear, or constant reminders to eat breakfast or talking back about this or that.
It was a cheerful morning. And we all noticed!
I told the kids that I had been feeling badly about shouting last night and other days this week and then told them my plan to wake up in a good mood. They smiled.
So today the sun is shining for the first time in days. We weren't late to school. We skipped down the sidewalk. And we listened to lovely classical music in the car as the sun warmed us and the leaves swirled around us...
Today is a new day and I chose to begin in a good way!
Happy Friday! Happy weekend, hope yours is lovely!