Not only am I a bad blogger...
I'm also a rotten mother.
Today, my sweet angel boy (I can say that since he's not here, ask me again tomorrow) started day care.
Not because I am working and needed someone to care for him.
But just because I'm a bad mother.
He's a very... extreme child. Independant, head strong, etc etc. All very good traits when one is an adult in the business world. But very difficult on everyone involved when one is a toddler. He also gets lonely during the day while the older kids are at school. Momma is not as exciting as beating up your older siblings, it seems.
So, we looked into a couple mornings a week of child care. First stop was this place literally around the corner. So close that the other kids pass it on their walk to school. I was sold at "we're working on potty training". You see, I have never had all my kids out of diapers. That's 13 years and 8 months of diapers so far. Even at 1 package of diapers and 1 package of wipes a week, that adds up to.. the value of a small island off the coast of Sri Lanka. Not to mention all the poop. Tired of poop. Idea of having no more diapers in my life... You just can't put a price on that.
So, he now attends MWF from 7:40-12:40. I will pick him up and then drop Noah off at preschool and then Sean will nap. It wasn't much more to let him stay the whole day, but it seems pointless when he's going to be sleeping. GWH drops him off in the morning on his way to work, so that's even aggravation for me loading kids into the car in order to take him.
This morning I will admit I was a little freaked out. How would he handle it? Would he scream? Was I destroying my baby for life??? My boy is one extreme or the other, to be sure. Yesterday he screamed for 15 minutes in Staples because I made him sit in the front of the cart instead of the basket part. Asshole mother. So you can imagine what I expected from "here, go into this strange place and we'll see you later, good luck!". But, apparently, he found some toys and was like "whatever. why are you still here?", to the amazement of even the staff. Go figure.
I have a 756 item to do list that I can't wait to get started on!
Today, my sweet angel boy (I can say that since he's not here, ask me again tomorrow) started day care.
Not because I am working and needed someone to care for him.
But just because I'm a bad mother.
He's a very... extreme child. Independant, head strong, etc etc. All very good traits when one is an adult in the business world. But very difficult on everyone involved when one is a toddler. He also gets lonely during the day while the older kids are at school. Momma is not as exciting as beating up your older siblings, it seems.
So, we looked into a couple mornings a week of child care. First stop was this place literally around the corner. So close that the other kids pass it on their walk to school. I was sold at "we're working on potty training". You see, I have never had all my kids out of diapers. That's 13 years and 8 months of diapers so far. Even at 1 package of diapers and 1 package of wipes a week, that adds up to.. the value of a small island off the coast of Sri Lanka. Not to mention all the poop. Tired of poop. Idea of having no more diapers in my life... You just can't put a price on that.
So, he now attends MWF from 7:40-12:40. I will pick him up and then drop Noah off at preschool and then Sean will nap. It wasn't much more to let him stay the whole day, but it seems pointless when he's going to be sleeping. GWH drops him off in the morning on his way to work, so that's even aggravation for me loading kids into the car in order to take him.
This morning I will admit I was a little freaked out. How would he handle it? Would he scream? Was I destroying my baby for life??? My boy is one extreme or the other, to be sure. Yesterday he screamed for 15 minutes in Staples because I made him sit in the front of the cart instead of the basket part. Asshole mother. So you can imagine what I expected from "here, go into this strange place and we'll see you later, good luck!". But, apparently, he found some toys and was like "whatever. why are you still here?", to the amazement of even the staff. Go figure.
I have a 756 item to do list that I can't wait to get started on!
posted by Angie at 7:57 AM
1 Comments:
As the mother of two out of three "extreme" children, I will urge you NOT to start calling yourself a bad mother just because you need a break. I can tell you this because I am the crusie director of my own guilt trips.
Remember, you can't take care of them if you don't take care of yourself.
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