One more week! C'mon, we're almost there. Really, we are! Summer is just around the corner. In our house, we're counting down the days. If I'm honest, I usually dread summer. I try really hard to plan out the days, avoid electronics, do school work to prevent the Summer Slide. In the past, there have been giant chore charts and intricate plans and I feel an enormous pressure to be 'prepared' before that last day of school. Welp, not this year. Bring. It. On.
The past couple of weeks have been some doozies. Brennan had a major injury to his hand Memorial Day weekend and he's been sidelined from most play: no baths with his brothers, no swimming, no sprinkler-you know, no summer fun. If it were up to me, while he's healing, I'd keep him sitting in one spot reading a book. Brennan has been described as our most stubborn child and in this case, I'm really proud of him (even though it gives me heart attacks). He's still riding his bike, climbing all the things and keeping up with friends. On Tuesday, he also had another set of PE tubes put in his ears. It's been a week.
Between doctors appointments, trips to the pharmacy and caring for him add in field trips and field days and all the other end of year activities, I'm really looking forward to the slower days of summer. Brennan physically needs me to care for his recovery and emotionally-he just wants mommy. You know where this is going right?
All week, no matter what I've done it hasn't been enough. From my other boys complaining that I never took care of them when they broke bones or there's not the same amount of marshmallows in their cereal as Brennan's bowl. After spending an entire weekend away of one on one time with Lucas, he told me I never spend time with him. My husband is frustrated because no one wants Daddy to do anything. I'm frustrated because everyone wants Mommy to do everything. I want to make everyone better and happy, but literally, I just can't be in two places doing two things at once. Last night I took a shower. A shower, people. Meltdowns followed because I took a shower (and shaved my legs) instead of watching a movie with my kids.
So I'm counting down for another reason too. The end of school will also bring us so much closer to a healed hand and normalcy. Our bedtime routine will hopefully not included bandaging and medicine soon and can return to books and games. I'm looking forward to feeling like maybe, just maybe I can make everyone feel the mommy love. I'm looking forward to not feeling like I just can't win no matter what I do. Send your healing vibes over here. We sure need them!
Enjoy the last week of school!
xoxo,
Katy
