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Strawberries and Whine

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It was a beautiful day for strawberry picking and eating and picking and eating….DSC_1229

And for picking peas

And by late afternoon it was one of those days when I  want to run far, far away from my children.  It doesn’t happen too often, thank god, but when it does it makes for a long day.  The fighting, crying, arguing, testing and what really got me yesterday ; the rudeness, selfishness, meanness.  I was even down one child for a few hours and I was still brought to tears of frustration.

I ask very little of my kids, which is part of the problem, so when there is an opportunity for them to help out I stupidly expect them to, if not willingly volunteer, at least unbegrudgingly help upon request.  These are not characteristics that I can change with a word and my impatient self can’t think of ways to discourage these attitudes for the long haul. I just wanted to wake up today with a bright look on a new day, with different kids but so far it ain’t lookin’ to be that way.   I am all ready annoyed at the prospects of the day and I only have my “easy” kid up and about so far.  It is already after 8 am as I sit on this time sucking computer and I still have 2 bags of strawberries to contend with among all the other day to day grind.  Part of it is my pessimistic attitude that needs some regular exercise and partly the results of an extremely laid back parenting approach.

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So what do I do?

I will now walk out of this house into the park behind me with my camera in hand for a mini vacation and re-focusing.  I will return shortly to 3 kids, that I am hoping my husband, who has taken a little extra time home this morning, will have straightened out a bit. And if that’s not the case, I will muddle through one more day, because tomorrow is Thursday-and on Thursdays days all is right in my world.  At least from 1:30 until bed time my outlook on life is sunny.  And it seems to carry me through till at least Monday when I may once again be ready to give my kids away to the nearest taker.

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Posted in Activities and Field Trips and Nature and Outside and Photography by Kristen on June 18th, 2008 at 12:37 pm.

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  1. I like your kids but am willing to come by and smack ‘em around for you if you want. Only I think that middle one would smack me back — with strawberries!!! We had a great time yesterday and a nice playdate with Ginger, too. Hope you come back from your walk refreshed and that your kids are all lined up like the Von Trapp family ready to do your bidding!!

  2. Here’s hoping for a brighter day today. If not today, definitely at my place tomorrow.

  3. Ohhhh, haven’t we all been there at one time or another……

  4. Some days are definitely like that. I have had two in a row lately. I found your blog by luck and then realized you know my sister.

  5. Heather
    Do tell-who is your sister? Hope you are having a better day too!

  6. ugh, we know those days all too well. especially lately while we’re still cooped up inside while it seems the whole rest of the world is outside enjoying sunny weather. hope your day (and our clouds) lift soon!

  7. I’m hearing your pain…

    I hope tomorrow is a much brighter day for you :-) It’s times like this when we need our own island to escape from for a few hours. No noise!

  8. I promise one day you will not remember how bad your kids were today or yesterday. (Mine were too!) Now little boys make me cry and I so often wish I could go back for just one day and hug all their little bodies. So, I make every effort to keep that in mind every day now, cause one day not too far in the future even my teenage boy will be a memory, he will be a man and I will wish I could go back and cart him to some homeschool even just one more time. Now I have to go cry.

  9. Ahh look my kids are singing, “The Hills are Alive….” Not really but a much better day! Thanks!

  10. Laura, now you’re making me cry! We’ll miss you tomorrow!!

  11. I hear ya, mama. Beautiful strawberries, though. Did you make that jam?


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