Not the Best Plan

I have the most awesome single Mom schedule ever!

Thursday morning I drop the kids off at school come home and dress up like Azrael from Goth Talk (my work dress code is all black, which is not something I can pull off, without feeling ridiculous), throw a ten minute temper tantrum because I don’t want to go, then dry my eyes and face the fact that I have to. I work Thursday, Friday and Saturday while the kids are at their dad’s house.  While I don’t think work should ever be stressful, lately by the end of the work day I usually want to punch someone in the face. It’s great being able to come home and relax alone, that’s just not a healthy environment for kids.

Sunday, I pick up my kids from their Dad’s anytime between 9 and noon. Most Sundays we all four do something as a family.

Sunday afternoon I start my stay at home mom half of the week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I take my daughter to school and my son to preschool, by 8 am I’m back home and have a few hours to do a few haircuts, help out at one of their schools, write or just do house stuff and errands (I’d rather poke my eyes out).

My daughter is out of school at 2 in the afternoon, and because Jackson’s nap is a little later, her and I usually spend a few hours  just the two us. Most of that time I spend trying to convince her to do her homework. I love Jackson’s preschool and so does he. I never feel guilty if I decide to take Savannah to a museum or somewhere else that Jackson would decimate, leaving him at daycare a little later.   All that extra alone time is good for Savannah and me right now. We have always butted heads and the years when she hates everything, especially her Mom, are fast approaching.

Already, a lot of afternoons she asks me to pick Jackson up early so they can play.  Even though she and her baby brother are super close (I’m so lucky), she still gets jealous of all the attention he gets. He is super cute, but he is a three-year-old boy. I am always amazed at the way strangers reward little boys bad behavior. He might be “all boy” but I know that he can restrain himself from tossing a carton of eggs out of the grocery cart and poor Savannah, who was very helpfully crossing things off the list, has to deal with a very tense Mommy for the rest of the night.

This week I have decided to spend a little alone time with Jackson, I took him out of preschool for the whole week.  I don’t have a lot of confidence that it’s going to go very well. Savannah is already mad that she has to go to school when her brother doesn’t and no matter how much I try to hide it, I’m pretty afraid of her wrath.

I also just checked the weather and it’s supposed to rain until Wednesday.  What in the hell do you do with a three year-old-boy, inside, for three days straight!?

It’s only three days. I can do it. I will survive this.