Fynn went to bed late, up early, meltdowns right and left before 7:30.
The train tracks have already been put away... they need a break. They don't work well when they get torn apart and thrown. And they get upset when they see a big brother head butt a little sister because she's standing too close.
TV privileges have been revoked.
... and then reinstated when mommy just needs ONE MINUTE to put together a grocery list...
This mommy thing is hard.
No matter your personal hangups, mothering in itself is a difficult, lovely, mysterious, and painful job.
So the computer gets turned on to find a few recipes, and here I am.
The pull of this is something I've struggled with recently. The computer is my escape, my life line at times. But I know it takes me away from them.
Which is ok. They need time to play without me. I need time to spout some words someplace {and God forbid I pull out an actual pen and paper the kids think it's time for THEM to create something... which is beautiful and wonderful but I want to scream IT'S MINE!!!}
Maybe that's it. This place is MINE. Fynn's train tracks are HIS and Paige... well Paige thinks everything under this roof is HERS.
I think we need a break from mine and his and hers and make some ours.




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