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So, sometimes I hate being around my kids. Like pressure cooker, grumpy cat style hate. It’s like when we are all together having ‘family time’ there is so much bickering and exhaustion that we get home just drained. Sometimes I wonder if anyone is benefiting from the outings when everyone is whining about being there along with everything else under the sun. Most of you know that Abby and Jake have some pretty dynamic personalities. The volume levels around here are pretty crazy and someone is always pushing buttons.
Seriously, Jake’s new threat to me is “I’m going to push your buttons” complete with a poke to my face or when he’s happy he says “I love you mom. I won’t push your buttons.”
Most of our mornings are wild. They just have so much energy and I have to repeat myself over and over and over again. By the time Abby gets on the bus I am ready to throw a movie on for Jake and decompress with my coffee and my computer. Before I know it we are putting on another movie and so on.
It makes me feel bad. I stay home because my job is to manage the home and really care for and teach the kids. I look back on Abby’s first two years before Jake was born and we had so much one on one time. Special outings and fun activities. Playgroups and lunches. Now, 3 years later Abby is gone all day and Jake is left with one tired and distracted mom. So, it’s Operation Jake. I’m on a mission to have some more fun with him before he leaves my little nest for grade school. I am warming up to Matt’s divide and conquer approach to parenting. I think the four of us spend enough time together. We need some real quality one on one time with these babies while they are still young, impressionable and speaking to us.
Jake and I went to the zoo yesterday. He loved it. It was just me and him and he wasn’t a jerk. No screaming. No fighting over who holds whose hand. He even made me ride the Warthog on the carousel. He slept the whole way home and was up until 10pm. But he kept telling me that I am the “most bestest mom” and that I am “a lovely mommy” and that he’s going to “buy me flowers”. I have to bottle that up!
