I recognize that in the scope of world events and history, etc etc, my problems are minor, but I just need to vent for a minute. For six years, I have taken for granted that having a job and kids is a "challenge" - largely logistical. Each twist adds a new layer: One kid to two kids, baby to toddler to boy, to work, to babysitter, to preschool. Teeth, sickness, transition, dinosaurs, airplanes, mushrooms, tantrums, head banging, biting - all this is standard issue. Right now, I feel like we are getting all of it at once, and while I keep telling people that everything's fine, I really think it's hard. Again, its all logistical. Like, thank God, my kindergartner just needs more food in his lunch and not that I can't send anything for lunch at all.
In fact, I won't go down that list-road. Every "logistical difficulty" is a gift. My kids have great schools and teachers and babysitters; we have jobs and all the resources we need to give them what kids deserve. But like when there are too many Christmas gifts to properly enjoy them all, I am feeling a overwhelmed and cranky and want to put some of them in the basement until we are ready to enjoy them.
I am going to take my attempts to get perspective off-line but any words of advice are welcome. I'll be over here trying to put this puzzle together.
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Oh man. Lunches. So Jonah's school has the normal "no peanut butter or tree nuts" rule all schools have now. Plus, it's a Jewish school so they are careful about Kosher restrictions, and maintain a milchik environment. Meaning dairy's OK, but not meat. So what do you feed a kid if you can't give him peanut butter or meat? He gets hummus sandwiches everyday. Now and then a mini-bagel with cream cheese. Most days he eats the cookies in his lunch and leaves everything else.
More lunch problems. Today we were driving both Ellie and Jonah to school. They were in the back seat in their cars seats. Ellie reached over and grabbed Jonah's lunch and starts eating his apple. He goes nuts. Crying. Demanding she surrender it. I'm driving so I can't contort to reach around and wrestle the apple from her. By the time we get to school, half the apple is gone. She sweetly hands it back to him. He throws it on the car floor. So now he has some cold "chicken" fingers for lunch and cookies. Do you think the teachers talk about Jonah's crappy lunches?
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