Frustration, baby – I has it. I warn you, I’m feeling a low currently and this post isn’t going to be uplifting. Perhaps it has something to do with listening to Jack hate on his homework for the last hour – is this what I have to look forward to for the next 12 academic years? If so, I may need some more anti-depressants.
This whole Kindergarten routine has pushed us back into the days where Jack cannot seem to entertain himself for any amount of time. Instead I am attending to him constantly – packing his lunch, picking out his clothes, making sure he gets time to watch his shows, urging him to get dressed, walking him to school, [going to work and taking care of others all day,] making sure he finishes his homework, playing with him, feeding him dinner, making sure he is bathed and brushes his teeth and reading books at bedtime and telling him to go to sleep 30 minutes later when he is still calling for me and and and…
By the time Jack goes to bed I am worn out. Well, to be honest, when I get up in the morning I am worn out. When I’m not corralling Jack in some direction or another, I am trying to keep my house from looking like an utter disaster or trying to give our animals some attention or squeezing in a shower or perhaps a little downtime with the husband…ya know, CATCHING UP. I’ve returned to eating granola bars instead of real meals and started buying smoothie-type protein drinks again.
It’s like having a newborn again except it comes after a period of some autonomy for Jack. You know, like when your kid has finally started sleeping through the night and you get used to it and then BAM, molars start coming in and he’s up every 30 minutes all night.
I would cry more about this but I don’t have the energy.