You know those days. They string along and things are just, well, “wonky”. When it’s just been one thing after another and you can’t figure out quite what is going on. I for one, blame it on Mars being in retrograde. Well, I try to at least.
Last Thursday was a good day. I found a great doctor to treat my PCOS, had a fantastic lunch with friends and was happy as all get out. However, later that night when I thought I was going to lose a lung puking changed my attitude. Let me just say this, FOOD POISONING SUCKS!
Ok. Back to my irregularly scheduled blogging. The only temporary benefit of said illness was the 10lb weight loss from Thursday morning to Saturday morning was a boon, if only for a few days.
My husband did what all husbands do while you are in bed sick. Nothing. Well, not nothing, he did watch over Peanut. However, at 9 years old, Peanut is pretty darn self sufficient with most things. Last night, let’s just say, I let it spill out due to my exhaustion from trying to clean the house “my way”. He was thrilled. o_0.
Peanut had a massive meltdown today. It has been fantastic. He wants to be a bond trader when he grows up. I am all for it. Come to think of it, he also wants to be a doctor, actor and rule the world. I think we have you covered depending on what you need for the most part. I digress. My little fella is in the gifted program at school and they do work that isn’t normally brought home as “homework”. Imagine my surprise when I get the separate report card we receive from AIG telling me he had extra sheets he was supposed to do and didn’t do them!
Did I mention he is organizationally challenged?
He asked what he was going to lose immediately when I asked him about it. I hadn’t even thought that far, then the torrential stream of tears started. Various liquids poured out of every orifice it seemed like. Hey, when you are as grossed out by snot as I am, it seems like it’s coming everywhere.
That’s what I get for asking “So, what happened Peanut?”. Woof.
Peanut is so high strung. He gets it honest. I was the same way when I was his age. My husband? If he tries to tell you any differently, I will hold him down while you give him a noogie. We have mellowed considerably in our old age. Maybe. I dunno. It gets to me to see him so hard on himself. He is his own worst enemy and his perfectionistic streak runs deep. So, today to be a better parent, I am going to be watching my own reactions to things. How critical I am of myself. While it’s good to constructively criticize, it’s not good to destructively criticize and influence others.
Thanks Peanut. You teach me new lessons everyday so that I can guide you through the emotional years that are ahead of you my love.