I need to get this off my chest. I know I’m not the only one who has these challenges, and I hesitated if I should bother blogging about it all all. But you know what? I need some positive vibes here from you, or at least some commiserating… 🙄
So allow me to entertain you with a funny story first, and an exasperating one second.
It must be Friday. Or Monday. Or any school day… 🙄
If you consider yourself a squeamish person, stop reading now because I’ll tell you things you can’t unsee in this rant. But such is life for us women; just another issue we have no choice but to deal with.
Girl children are so amazing, you know that? My kid amazes me.
So she’s supposed to bake cookies for Valentine’s Day to fundraise for something, but some idiotic rule that baking at home at teacher’s request is *unsafe* has the kids planning a baking event at school, instead.
Last summer I got to spend a few quality days by myself when the kids went camping with their dad.
This was crucial to my mental health. It was like a recharge of my batteries.
Last summer I also got to spend an entire weekend alone with my boy, at a baseball tournament. We slept over in a college residence, ate some meals together, traveled in the car together. There wasn’t much time for bonding beyond those times since they played three games in one day, and one the night before and two the day after, but we were on our own, which is what I’m getting at.
This was good for me and hopefully just as good for my teen boy. Especially because these times are few and far between lately…
Well this week it’s girl’s week. 😍 The boys took off into the deep Canadian bush to hunt moose, so it’s just the girl child and me. For four full days.