Last week was the first week that Jason was in Asheville all five days. He is now only doing one job. He leaves at 6a and gets home at 6p Monday through Friday. He seems to be doing well, but it is a big change from Angel.
I get up (or try to) at 530a and get ready. I hopefully have a few minutes of quiet time to myself before I get the kiddos up. I really cannot believe that I am that mom. The one that gets up early and then wakes her kids up for school. It doesn’t seem that long ago that my mom was getting me up for school.
I think I have passed the denial stage of this transition (“oh! I can handle this! Taking the kids to school is fun!’) and am hanging out in anger (“Ugh. All they do is fight!”) It isn’t rational, I’m just mad at having to get up and do all of the morning chores with the kids; get them ready, take them to school and then do my regular stuff with the littles. Then, I turn around and do all of the evening stuff with the kids too. I used to look forward to Jason coming home, but now when he gets here everything is done and he’s tired and not much fun to be around. We’ll get the hang of it though. I should be through to acceptance by the time school lets out. ;o)
The days are long and most times difficult, but I would not trade them. I know that things will slowly get easier as Henry gets older (and harder in some ways) and until then I compromise. I don’t make lunches for the kids anymore because it stresses me out and gives me one more thing to do; instead they eat at school. Next year we’ll combine activities because being out and about four times a week chauffeuring children is not my idea of fun and not theirs either. We’re burnt out and still have a few months to go.
In the meantime, I’m learning to make felt flowers, crochet flowers and thinking about wreaths and what my potential etsy shop will look like. Learning new things keeps my mind occupied and my energy positive. We are also thinking about getting chickens! I wish I had friends with chickens. I’d love a firsthand look at owning them. What if we hate fresh eggs? What if we get devil chickens that try to peck our eyes out? What if cleaning out their coop makes me want to claw my eyes out? Just because they make it look cool on the hipster sites does not mean it’s for us. We’ll decide this weekend. I took Lorelei to the farm store to peek at the chicks and they had ducks too! So cute! Maybe we’ll have ducks in the far future when we have the imaginary land that Jason would like to own. My doula had ducks, they’re messy!
Anywho, time to wake up the kids and start the day.