Mostly because I'm alone with the children a lot.
I need help.
Often.
Literally.
Fortunately I've got some great friends who help out. Run carpool. Feed us on occasion, watch beasties. All the things. Really, really good friends.
I need help.
Often.
Literally.
Fortunately I've got some great friends who help out. Run carpool. Feed us on occasion, watch beasties. All the things. Really, really good friends.
I try to keep the asks to a minimum. I do want to be able to handle everything. Kiddos, work, home. Plus, who wants to annoy their friends all the time with cries for help?
But, somewhere in there... the children have figured out at the ripe old ages of seven and eleven that I am not good at everything. Or, anything really. It's gone beyond needing help. It's not that they think I can't handle the extras. Now we're at the point that they don't think I can handle the basics.
It's Halloween weekend. On top of the kid focused day we had two soccer games and a soccer party to handle. Why have a mellow weekend when you can have a very busy one?
Saturday morning I had The Angels over for breakfast. I've had a couple stressful weeks, needed some girlfriend time to chill out and catch up. We don't often meet at a home for breakfast. We're dinner and drinks people. Normally. But, I'm alone with kiddos and the above mentioned activities. If we were going to see each other, the window was narrow.
Needed to adjust the belt for the Supergirl costume that would be worn later in the day. A few stitches. Nothing major. The girl is tiny and the belt needed to be taken in several inches. This is a basic mom task. Something I can handle. I may not be super domestic. (I got a C in Home Ec.) But, I can handle basics!
As I pulled out the sewing kit, the girl eyed me suspiciously. "Are you sure you know how to do this?"
"Yes. This is simple stuff."
"Um, but isn't Becca on the way?"
Seriously?
P.S. That belt didn't slip off after hours of trick or treating. There may have been some safety pins involved but that belt stayed on. On!
The girl has had a cold. Started with a sore throat, now it's a cough. Which doesn't seem to bother her much but it's super annoying to anyone with ears.
"Hey. Why don't you come in the kitchen and get some cough medicine?"
'No. I'm fine."
"I really think you should."
"I'm okay."
And then Tracey adds, "Are you sure? I think you'd feel better."
"Well then, okay."
Oh. My. God.
The girl then asked both Tracey and Becca to braid her hair. This is something I don't even attempt. I can ponytail.
After the interviews, she settled on Becca. Who put it in a French Braid. She then told Becca that she was welcome to stay over for 45 more hours. I'm pretty sure that I was free to go at any time though.
Later at her soccer game, a fellow mom asked if I did the braid. The answer was no. Of course, not. To which she responded, "Oh, I thought maybe you watched some Youtube videos!"
Um, yeah. No.
And, the day progressed on. A little downtime in the afternoon. Followed by the Halloween costume prep. The boy was going as The Joker. Ordered the costume on Amazon and grabbed green hairspray and a basic clown makeup kit at the grocery store. Neither of their costumes took much effort. Only thing truly required was an Amazon Prime account.
While we were outside, me spraying him down with a can of green hairspray (because, no way, no how is that happening in the house), he asked, "Can we wait to do my makeup until we're at Dani's?"
"I guess. But it's only going to take a minute to do."
"I just think that Dani would do it better."
Aren't they supposed to think I am the best at everything? Don't I have more time?
I'm not ready for this!
Le sigh.
But, somewhere in there... the children have figured out at the ripe old ages of seven and eleven that I am not good at everything. Or, anything really. It's gone beyond needing help. It's not that they think I can't handle the extras. Now we're at the point that they don't think I can handle the basics.
It's Halloween weekend. On top of the kid focused day we had two soccer games and a soccer party to handle. Why have a mellow weekend when you can have a very busy one?
Saturday morning I had The Angels over for breakfast. I've had a couple stressful weeks, needed some girlfriend time to chill out and catch up. We don't often meet at a home for breakfast. We're dinner and drinks people. Normally. But, I'm alone with kiddos and the above mentioned activities. If we were going to see each other, the window was narrow.
Needed to adjust the belt for the Supergirl costume that would be worn later in the day. A few stitches. Nothing major. The girl is tiny and the belt needed to be taken in several inches. This is a basic mom task. Something I can handle. I may not be super domestic. (I got a C in Home Ec.) But, I can handle basics!
As I pulled out the sewing kit, the girl eyed me suspiciously. "Are you sure you know how to do this?"
"Yes. This is simple stuff."
"Um, but isn't Becca on the way?"
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| Braided by Becca. |
P.S. That belt didn't slip off after hours of trick or treating. There may have been some safety pins involved but that belt stayed on. On!
The girl has had a cold. Started with a sore throat, now it's a cough. Which doesn't seem to bother her much but it's super annoying to anyone with ears.
"Hey. Why don't you come in the kitchen and get some cough medicine?"
'No. I'm fine."
"I really think you should."
"I'm okay."
And then Tracey adds, "Are you sure? I think you'd feel better."
"Well then, okay."
Oh. My. God.
The girl then asked both Tracey and Becca to braid her hair. This is something I don't even attempt. I can ponytail.
After the interviews, she settled on Becca. Who put it in a French Braid. She then told Becca that she was welcome to stay over for 45 more hours. I'm pretty sure that I was free to go at any time though.
Later at her soccer game, a fellow mom asked if I did the braid. The answer was no. Of course, not. To which she responded, "Oh, I thought maybe you watched some Youtube videos!"
Um, yeah. No.
 |
| Make up by Dani. |
While we were outside, me spraying him down with a can of green hairspray (because, no way, no how is that happening in the house), he asked, "Can we wait to do my makeup until we're at Dani's?"
"I guess. But it's only going to take a minute to do."
"I just think that Dani would do it better."
Aren't they supposed to think I am the best at everything? Don't I have more time?
I'm not ready for this!
Le sigh.
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