A bottle of wine. That is how I dealt with today or shall I say "recovered." I enjoyed a couple of glasses from a delicious bottle of wine.
I read my Child and Adolescent Development textbook from college. The good news? My kids are right on track. The bad news? I am not coping very well right now.
My 8 year old plays too rough, my 6 year old is too emotional, my 3 year old tests too many limits, my 2 year old cries too often, and my 1 year old has too much separation anxiety. Thank you, thank you Child and Adolescent Development textbook for telling me that these are the things that I should expect at these ages. I looked all over the table of contents for how to skip a stage. Strangely, that chapter wasn't included.
I have decided that childhood is just a series of personality disorders that we help our children get through. Well... I may end up in my own padded room before I get all 5 of them functioning well.
Oh yeah, I am saying freakin' way too much. Whenever freakin' starts coming out it is a good measure of my stress level. The other day I was rubbing my head and Tot walks up and says, "You K Mom? You godda fweakin' headache Mom? You godda fweakin' headache?" That was both sad and funny coming from a 2 year old. I did not realize I had referred to my headache as a freakin' headache, but I am sure Tot parroted me correctly. I have to watch myself on that word.
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