This will be short and sweet, just like my kiddos. They’re short. They’re sweet. And they’re driving me crazy. Such is the life of a parent. The last few days have been challenging in that department, what with ZZ’s newfound and hopefully short-lived attitude and Niko’s discovery that his mom’s got boobs. I’m winning here, I tell you. Winning.
It’s no different than other parents of kids their ages and it’s all good. It feels normal. It’s not because of their dad and it’s not because I suck, it’s because she’s 9 and a girl and he’s 5 and a boy. Tomorrow it will be a new challenge – a school crush maybe or – God forbid – the first period? Ugh, please not that for at least a few more years, there can’t be two women with PMS in this house! Last night she asked me, “You know that thing that you say comes once a month and makes you kind of cranky? Is that happening right now?”
Yes, she did.
Anyway…these kids and their mom. We’re crazy, we’re cool, and we don’t need special handling anymore. The kids are busy being kids, and it’s okay to expect things from me again just like you would anyone else. Need help moving? Call me. I’ll take your kids for the weekend if you need it. If I offer to help you with something, please, please take me up on it. Yes, I’m tired and busy, but probably not more tired and busy than you. And if it’s too much, I’ll tell you it’s too much.
From the bottom of my heart, thanks for all the support. Life can really suck sometimes, but then it gets better. And it’s better now, even if I have to start wearing baggy sweaters around Niko and threatening ZZ with iPod exile if she doesn’t get her head out of her ass. Let me start repaying the favor now. :-) That is all.