To explain the title of this post and the rest of it, a little story. The characters are my Mother- who had 2 little girls, me and my sister. Her friend Renee- who had 3 little girls all younger than my sister and I. I can't remember which but one always felt like they were doing dishes and the other felt like they were always doing laundry. They had a joke between them that one day we would make them so crazy they would be put away and only be allowed to write in crayon. But that they'd probably be assigned occupational therapy and it would be dishes and laundry.
Now for my own part, Nick is currently working second shift since the other supervisors are having health problems within their families and everyone is trying to see that they have as much time as possible without crippling the company too much. So that means that I am solo parenting until 8 o'clock at night, more like 830 but whose counting.
Yesterday I was about ready to pull my hair out. I could not keep Ben out of the aquarium or from trying to change DVDs and if he wasn't having a fit or getting into trouble, Ayla needed something. So by 6 o'clock I was soooo frustrated I called my sister and said "I am officially calling in crayon." She understood what I meant and was able to talk me down a little. I still spent most of the night in a mild state of frustration but it was much better.
Today makes me kind of shake my in wonder because it has been so different than 24 hours ago. Maybe it's because I made more of an effort to engage Ben in different things. We went to Bellaboos, which is a play place for children under 9. Ben had a blast, he spent an hour at the water table. They have a train room, face painting, building, a jungle gym of sorts. We spent a couple of hours there and after we got some lunch, headed home. He slept the entire way home but did wake up once we got here. But he was happy to sit and watch Chip N Dale cartoons for about an hour or so, so I could feed Ayla and just have some peace. There have been a few frustrating moments, but not nearly like yesterday.
Sometimes though I still think they need to a font that is crayon on these blogs. I could type something very basic and everyone would get it.
Oh as a follow up to the original story - A few years after Renee moved away, my Mom had one of those days (like I had yesterday) and sat down and did write her a letter in crayon. When Renee got it, she had been having one of those days, she opened up the envelope and started crying. Her husband, thinking something terrible had happened, asked what was wrong and her only response "She wrote me in Crayon"
Now for my own part, Nick is currently working second shift since the other supervisors are having health problems within their families and everyone is trying to see that they have as much time as possible without crippling the company too much. So that means that I am solo parenting until 8 o'clock at night, more like 830 but whose counting.
Yesterday I was about ready to pull my hair out. I could not keep Ben out of the aquarium or from trying to change DVDs and if he wasn't having a fit or getting into trouble, Ayla needed something. So by 6 o'clock I was soooo frustrated I called my sister and said "I am officially calling in crayon." She understood what I meant and was able to talk me down a little. I still spent most of the night in a mild state of frustration but it was much better.
Today makes me kind of shake my in wonder because it has been so different than 24 hours ago. Maybe it's because I made more of an effort to engage Ben in different things. We went to Bellaboos, which is a play place for children under 9. Ben had a blast, he spent an hour at the water table. They have a train room, face painting, building, a jungle gym of sorts. We spent a couple of hours there and after we got some lunch, headed home. He slept the entire way home but did wake up once we got here. But he was happy to sit and watch Chip N Dale cartoons for about an hour or so, so I could feed Ayla and just have some peace. There have been a few frustrating moments, but not nearly like yesterday.
Sometimes though I still think they need to a font that is crayon on these blogs. I could type something very basic and everyone would get it.
Oh as a follow up to the original story - A few years after Renee moved away, my Mom had one of those days (like I had yesterday) and sat down and did write her a letter in crayon. When Renee got it, she had been having one of those days, she opened up the envelope and started crying. Her husband, thinking something terrible had happened, asked what was wrong and her only response "She wrote me in Crayon"
1 comment:
Oh, I love this story. I hope you used your favorite color crayon even if it was a phone call.
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