Do you know what it feels like when the phone is ringing, the kids are screaming, the dog is barking, and the UPS man needs you to sign for a package? That is how my week has felt. My youngest, normally very compliant son is teething again, only those buzzards don’t seem to ever appear. It has been very painful — for me. Sunday he was on my lap complaining about his trouble when all of a sudden he takes a chunk out of my arm! Okay, no flesh was hanging but I have a bruise the size of a quarter above my elbow on my right, well-chiseled bicep (completely true except for the well-chiseled part).
My oldest son came home yesterday with a note from his teacher on his homework. The note was supposedly written to him; however, it was written to me if you know what I mean. He has been struggling a bit writing in English. He is bilingual and speaking in English is no problem for him — he has done that all of his life — starting WAY too early. He has been in Spanish schools since he was 3. He is in 4th grade now so it does seem reasonable that he might need a bit of help on his writing, someone to pull his writing out of him — that was supposed to be me. I have dropped the ball a bit. I was tired of fighting with him — you see he knows everything, unlike his dumb parents.
My middle child, my one and only daughter, has been a bit emotional all week. Because the baby is not sleeping she is not getting enough sleep, and like her mommy SHE NEEDS SLEEP. Without sleep the women in this household get a bit cranky. Just a bit.
So, the week has been filled with moments of frustration and failure. The bright side of it has been that I have had a decent week writing. Now, if I could only find time to focus on writing outside of my blog — you know the kind of writing that might earn me enough money to buy organic apples for a week…