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3.30.2007

Meh...

Ever have those days where you just need a good strong hug and for someone to tell you that everything will be alright?

I need one right now.

3.18.2007

Another Post! One MONTH Later!

Well, almost a month later. I've actually been avoiding posting. I didn't want to write about the same old thing, whining about the same old gripes, bitching about the same old crap. I wanted to expand my writing capabilities and creativity and post humorous outlooks on single parenting, turning even the worst moments into something that could make someone smile.

That requires way more thought than I'm capable of right now, so I'll bitch instead.

Really, this isn't bitching so much as it is an admission of lousy parenting techniques. Think of it as a guide for all the things you shouldn't do when it comes to raising a 6 year old and an 8 month old.

For example, you never want to scream at your kids until you've gone hoarse and your throat hurts. I did this earlier in the week when we arrived home very late in the evening, tired, hungry, cold and soaked to the bone from the torrential downpour outside and the first thing I see upon entering the house is a pile of cat barf in the center of the rug. The baby was in her carrier, Jaalyn came in and of course, as typical of children, dropped every item she had onto the floor (right next to the cat barf I might add). The phone was ringing and I'd had to pee for well over 2 hours. So I set the baby down, grabbed the phone and hauled my keister to the bathroom. I come back and I see Jaalyn has taken the baby out of the carrier (which I had purposely left her in so that I could clean the floor without her interfering) and Trinity is making a beeline for what? This interesting pile of something on the rug and she's just itching to get into it. So my first reaction is to yell at Jaalyn stop her, get her, how did she get out in the first place. Jaalyn's reaction to my yelling is to not grab the baby, but grab the baby's blanket and throw it on the cat barf; the baby's reaction to my yelling was to roll over onto her butt and stare at me with a "WTF is her problem?" expression on her face. I was at my wits end. I fussed and yelled and hollered at Jaalyn because, and I didn't mention it earlier in this paragraph, I'd specifically told her leave the baby in her carseat DO NOT TAKE HER OUT. Now I had two crying kids on my hands thanks to my lunatic response, a nasty baby blanket that had to be washed and dried that night AND I still had to clean the carpet.

Way to handle things, right?

Or how about how I yell every single morning at Jaalyn for something or another that she hasn't done, did wrong, should've known to do, etc. Like after she eats breakfast she knows she's supposed to get dressed. Same routine for years since she's been able to dress herself, nothing has changed. I lay her clothes out for her, shoes are downstairs, simple as pie. Instead, she lazes around, watching cartoons, playing with a toy and I have to come into her room a dozen times asking "have you put on (insert piece of clothing here)?". I have