Today started early... too early. Matthew woke up at 7:30 and Jeff dutifully dumped him in the bed with me before he (Jeff, not Matthew) went to work. But he (Matthew, not Jeff) didn't want to nurse. He wanted to get down and go get some real food. I managed to convince him that nursing was his only option b/c this mommy was not getting out of bed before 8:00!! He usually falls back to sleep when he nurses and we sleep another hour or two. But this morning, he was all eyes, wide awake eyes. I was feeling convicted by Kris' last post so I got up. It was a little after 8:00AM, at least an hour or two before we usually get up. I was excited at the thought of all the things we would accomplish today.
The three big boys were still in bed. I fed Matthew and myself and threw in a load of laundry (the headline on Adam's newspaper yesterday screamed, "The landry is high!"). Then I sat down at the computer to pay bills. But the direct deposit is still pending so I checked my email, surfed some message boards and blogs, and generally didn't do anything productive.
Evan wandered in at some point. AHA! I'll get him started and then won't have to worry about squeezing him in later. He used to love doing schoolwork. He'd beg me every day. Lately, he hasn't asked and he's been a whiner when I suggest it. For the last couple months, we've done very little on his bookwork. I want to get into a regular routine this year so I don't feel like I'm neglecting him. He was not interested. In fact, he refused. He didn't want to do it and he wasn't going to do it. He acted like he had no idea how to read words that should have been easy for him. So, unless the salt from the Atlantic corroded his brain while we were in Florida, he was just being a stubborn BRAT. Imagine that! You can tell this isn't going to end well, right? I was tired from getting up early and getting annoyed with his stalling. I snapped at him several times to just read it so we could go on with life. What a way to instill a love of learning, huh? Matthew came over with his diaper bag begging for crackers (he thinks the diaper bag endlessly spurts crackers). I snapped at Matthew too! Matthew started crying and I gave up. I sent Evan to his room and I went to mine. I crawled under the covers to hide and pray. Matthew came in to join me and we both fell asleep until noon.
How's that for a productive day??? I'm sleeping late tomorrow!
Stand and Wait
9 years ago
3 comments:
When I read the title on my feed i thought, "well duh!" :)
Hope your day was better when you got up in the afternoon!
Yeah, that sounds like what happens when I get up too early too, lol. Or, I just spend twice as long reading blogs, boards, and other nonsense until it finally reaches the time of day when my brain starts functioning. Of course, it stops functioning around 5pm, so I've got a pretty small window to work with sometimes. ;)
I refuse both responsibility and guilty feelings for your day despite the fact that you linked to my post! LOL Hope tomorrow is a better day. ;-)
The moral of this story is: never take someone else's personal convictions for your own...espcially if you haven't waited long enough to see if said person crashes and burns in their own endeavors first. *grin*
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