This week was a rough one around here. Last weekend's full moon had the kids up all night keeping me up all night. Then I started off this week sick. I'm still hanging on to a little cough but I feel much better than I did on Monday.
On top of that, school starts in a week. My eldest doesn't do very well with transitions at all and this is a big one. We've been adjusting bedtime, cutting back on TV time, and trying to get back into a school week rhythm. Magoo is really fighting back. I'm sure that she wouldn't be able to tell me this is about school starting but I put it all together today and that has to be what's going on with her this week. She'll throw outrageous temper tantrums, hit, kick, scream, bite, spit, throw things... I'm really emotionally and physically exhausted.
I have mixed feelings about school starting. I'm looking forward to having some more free time - I could actually nap when Junior does if I need to and I can get back to the gym during the week. I'm looking forward to having other adults on my side to help me cope and to help wear her out. However, I'm nervous that she'll get to school and act the same way she's been acting toward me and they won't want her there. It makes my stomach turn in knots just thinking about it. We have an appointment with child developmental services but won't find out the results until two weeks after school starts. *grumble* Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting us back to our school rhythm. Even if she fights me along the way.
This weekend is our local town festival. Last night we could here the fireworks from our house and tonight the sounds of a classic rock cover band are drifting through the open window. They started playing Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi and I mentioned to my husband that I'll always remember how old I was when that song came out - I was in forth grade. I remember this because they played that song at a benefit I attended for my classmate who was dying of brain cancer. He died that summer. It's always been a sad story and a sad memory of mine. I wonder what he would have grown up to be, I remember how I first found out he was sick, I remember that I found out over the phone that he died - it was a sunny day when I got the news... Somehow thinking about him tonight hurt even more. I was thinking about what a rough time I'm having with my Magoo and how hard it it to mother her sometimes but I'm so glad that I
do have her to mother. Now that I have two lovely daughters this story of a little boy dying of cancer just hurts even more. This Mom Loves Magoo. This Mom Loves Junior. I love them, I love them, I love them.
Did I mention that I love them?!