She does. She just told me in a very elevated voice. She also told me that I’m the worst mom she’s ever had (she has a point) and that she’s not talking to me for the rest of the day (thankyouverymuch). So that’s that.
About 2 weeks ago I was kind of dreading the end of summer because I think I’ll miss the lazy schedule. However, in an unexpected case of divine intervention, God turned my children in to little demons this week to restore my hope in and love for the back-to-school season. He always watches out for me like that. No, really, he does.
Speaking of back to school, this year I will have 3 children in three different schools, none of which will have a bus. Shoot me now. Either that, or send me a personal assistant. Natalie’s just in preschool, but it’s still another pick-up and drop-off to juggle. Jocelyn wrote a great post asking her readers for advice on sending her oldest to kindergarten. I thought to myself, Hey, I should do that. I have smart readers. And I need back-to-school advice.
So help me out. Besides from the obvious step of trying to work out some kind of life-saving carpool schedule, what other advice do you have for me as I enter the new world of juggling 3 children, 3 schools, 3 schedules, 3 calendars, 3 sets of homework, 3 lunches, etc. (not to mention extracurriculars which I still have not registered for out of deep fear)? Even just typing that all out made me feel like I need chocolate.
Oh, and as long as I’m throwing out my troubles for you to fix, does anyone have any suggestions (other than the obvious ones like solitary confinement and waterboarding*) for sass and backtalking? I swear we’ve had at least a dozen family home evening lessons on this topic, but from where I’m standing (refer back to paragraph #1), I don’t see much progress. Besides not getting the kind of respect I deserve/demand, it worries me that the quick contrary responses I’ve been getting might trickle over into other relationships with teachers or other adults. The idea of raising children that are not the epitome of proper respect makes me feel quite unsettled.
So come on you geniuses, make it all better.
p.s. If you are ever looking for a fun show for your elementary-aged boys (probably girls, too), mine have been LOVING watching this on Netflix. I have to admit it’s laugh-out-loud funny. One disclaimer: in episode #8, the sheep got a glimpse of the farmer’s claymation rear end and were scarred for life. Even though I probably would not have let them watch that episode if I knew what was coming, boy did my boys laugh hard, and they lay awake in their beds last night laughing about it long after bedtime.
(*For the newer subscribers who are not yet familiar with my blog voice, I am kidding. I would not under any circumstances use waterboarding, unless it were a matter of family security or I didn’t get enough sleep the night before. Happy to clarify.)