Just warning you that this post will not be filled with some awesome thing I have done and can share. It's about an experience, an experience that I did and learned from, the hard way.
Today, was a late start for us. We are working late so our principal allowed us to come in at 11:30. I was so thankful because I wanted to sleep in. I am definitely missing that part of my summer. I didn't sleep late, 7:30ish. But the fact that I was able to wake up on my own and not from a blaring alarm clock, made me happy.
I took a bath, played Candy Crush (yes, while soaking in the tub), had coffee, all before my children woke up. It was WONDERFUL!!!
I decided my youngest who is having a hard time getting back into the "day care" thing needed some good sleep. He slept until almost 8:45am. It was awesome. He woke up in a FABULOUS mood!
I made him breakfast and he watched cartoons while I worked.
Yesterday, we had training and then we began planning out our year, yes the entire year. It was tough to get started and I kept getting interrupted and by the end of the day, my head was spinning.
Well, this morning, I was on a roll. It was quiet, I had my coffee. It was great.
Then, reality set in. I explained to my three year old that he was going to day care, just later, like lunch time.
It was awful. It was total meltdown and I regretted my decision immensely.
On the work side, I was productive.
On the home side, OMG! I don't do well when my kids fall apart. I am so not patient with them and it makes me sweat. I hate sweating.
|I was going to apologize for a blurry bad picture, but then I thought, wait? Should there be a "good" tantrum picture!|
So, tomorrow is another day and I have another late start, not as late as today. But, guess who is going to day care at normal time?
And I will shut my door and work in my room, hopefully uninterrupted! (wish me luck!)