Rantings from the apartment.

That is exactly what it is. It has been a long week in the four walls we call our dwellings. We have been sick all with both vomiting and head colds. My son peed in the middle of JCPenny's, and all over this apartment My daughter has just been Shelby, who is eight trying to be 18 but acts more like her brothers. Then there is the littlest one that shared both a fever and a head cold with me. It's the summer, there is no park right here and friends for the kids to play with. School doesn't start for another two weeks. We have to go to Barns and Nobles just to get some decent WiFi and we are watching TV with an antennae. The kids are driving me crazy and they aren't very fond of me right now. We are all getting on each others nerve. If I hear someone else tell me to enjoy every minute of my children's existence because it goes so fast, I will give my kids nothing but caffeine and sugar and hand them over for a week. I could use the quiet. I firmly believe that people, in general, are not to be enjoyed every minute of the day, so why should we expect any different from children? There are good days and bad days. After a horrible week, Friday came around, and we actually had fun. We enjoyed each others company then. Don't get me wrong, I am very blessed that I have three, healthy, and dare I say, wonderful children. I feel blessed that I am here to hug them when they need it, scold them when needed, and to help them be the individuals that they truly are; but, I got to tell you, it is the hardest thing I have ever done. The rewards, or the failures, won't even be seen in it's true form until many years later. Though, I have see peeks of sunshine through the clouds. I will never complain about staying at home and being here for my little ones; there are little ones that have lost so unexpectedly, but I would love five minutes just to hear the a short interview on the radio or even make a phone call. Truth be told, I would love to have my mind back again. I just got to ask, "Mick, where is my little helper?". I know my husband mentioned taking our daughter out for a movie when we finally get a babysitter and that time for me won't come until we move into the house. It seems as if he had not been listening No, I didn't shoot him, but he sure knew I was not happy with his comments. The point to this whole rant is that the last thing any parent wants to hear after a hard week, none the less a hard summer, is to enjoy every minute, because that just doesn't exists. I'll enjoy it more once my son uses the toilet instead of the floor and when finds a bucket when needed. If you really want to encourage that parent who has lost their self and is on the brink of a primal scream, acknowledged that parenthood is harder than anything imaginable, if done right, but always remember to love them. Then if you can, give that parent a hug. Trust me, they can use one, too Then at that moment when all them are cuddling with you, take that moment to enjoy it. For the single parents, God Bless you. You must do as one, with what is easier with two. Until then, I'm counting down the days until the start of school and counting my blessings. Until then, my glass of wine is waiting for me.
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