First, I say Bravo to Christopher Nolan.
The Dark Knight Rises was frigging AWESOME!
The Boy, The Teen, The Teen’s friend, and I saw a sneak preview of the last installment in the Dark Knight series at The Franklin Institute. Note to self, I will be hard pressed to see another screening on IMAX. My neck is still sore.
This week The Mister is away with the Cubs camping. Because I don’t do outdoor bathrooms, I declined to go, and while I like having the bed to myself and ESPNless days, I miss my guy.
I’ve talked to him this week, and he’ll be back tomorrow, but it’s been a rough go!
Hats off to single parents.
I’m fortunate that I have a strong support system. I’ve never experienced a time where I couldn’t do something because I didn’t have a sitter. Quite the opposite. I’ve sometimes had to fight to get the kids back from various relatives. However this week I realized the struggle of trying to be in three places at once, trying to carve out time especially for me, and not having the muscle The Mister provides.
Let me explain:
My quest to walk most places had to be put aside as I ferried the kids back and forth between camp and the library. The days I had to go into Center City, I had to factor in public transportation. This was not that intrusive, but wearing three inch heels all day take a toll on a chick.
There’s dinner and household chores. Surprisingly, my house did not get that messy (side eye to The Mister) but there was the chore of coming home after a long day to make dinner despite the heat and combat a growing Mount Laundry and the newly formed Paper Hill.
I realize that in order for me NOT to lose my mind, I need to hold the kids WAY more accountable than they have been. This is where the muscle comes in. When the bickering gets to be too much or the resistance to my rules becomes out and out defiance, The Mister was there to bellow at the kids. Yes, I bellow, but I find it counterproductive. The kids will do what I ask, but half-assedly. Whereas with The Mister and myself there to hold each other up, we stand united and the kids realize we mean business.
Free time trickles in, almost a thing of the past. I have been trying to read two books, but once I get engrossed, I’m addressing an issue. I’ve switched to short stories and some audio books, but I still miss the time paging through a novel, using my imagination to picture the action. Forget about knitting. The heat eliminated that and by the time I figure where I left off, it’s time to head to another activity. Once The Teen starts driving on her own, this will be a big help. But after a minor fender bender, she’s not in a hurry to have that responsibility.
Until that happens, though, I keep repeating the mantra that (in some cases) it didn’t get messy over night and it won’t get cleaned over night.