There is less that is new now, this is the 3rd first week of school that my boys and I have been through together and to be brutally honest it came at exactly the right moment. They were tired of summer and I am was tired of everything.
In fact I would say that I am past tired, I would go as far as to say that I am exhausted. My children, as precious and wonderful as they are, sucked me dry this summer. So dry in fact that I dissolved in a puddle of tears as I argued with my husband over dishes and other household tasks that had become overwhelming to me. It was pretty pitiful fight, me crying, him frustrated because I was unable to hear that really working was not an optional activity and that although I wanted him home more he really did have work 8 or so hours most days. I told you I was tired.
It happens. Parents get run down, we get tired . Yet we expect ourselves to be superhuman. We push ourselves to keep going, push ourselves because we feel guilty if something falls by the wayside (like the dishes) or something slips through the cracks ( like a missed appointment) or feel like a failure when we hear about all the other things that other parents are doing with their kids over the summer while we are barely keeping it altogether.
Well, here and now I am resolving as this new year begins ( for me the year always starts in September) to let my best be good enough. Parenting is hard and I need to remember that I am doing alright and that should be good enough. I am doing what I can, when I can and my children will have equal number of memories of a Mom who took the time to build bat houses with them the summer of 2010 and the mother who that very same summer told them repeatedly that if they continued to bicker she would tape them together.
J. blogs at Stellar Parenting 101where she is working on feeling less sorry for herself and instead being thankful for the wonder that is parenting.