exhaust me.
It’s been a difficult month (see previous post)… but life keeps rolling. Rolling. Rolling.
Swim lessons, for example. The mothers keep taking the kids to swim lessons. I too keep taking Lucy. The kids keep life rolling.
Lucy has a love/hate relationship with water. She has been known to ooze, “I love you Wa Wa” as we drive onto the ferry. Yet she screams like a tortured victim from some “B” horror flick when her face gets wet while bathing. Then there is me, and my bright ideas… knowing our month would be difficult… I still signed her up for lessons. This is one example of how I have turned to “Avoidance Therapy” to wriggle out of dealing with what’s really going on… or I am just “bright idea” impaired?
I digress.
Lucy screamed, “NO! NO! NO!” (in varying decibels and inflections) to her teacher when asked if she was ready to use the kickboard. She hates water unless she is on dry land or on a large floating vessel. I knew her response wasn’t OK, but sometimes you gotta choose yer battles. And I knew this was a battle I was not emotionally able to take on. So not able. So. Not.
A few minutes later, a little boy rejected the teacher too - but he was nice. He softly said, “No… I’m all done.”
I said to myself, “That was nice. I like it when people notice nice things about my kids and tell me, so, Self… tell that mom how nice that was.”
I did. Dummy. *smack*
Here’s what I got back, “Oh, he knows yelling would NEVER fly in OUR house.”
Wow. I can’t beleive how different we are. I think little people need to yell MORE. More power. More money. More influence. More. More. More. They should be given crowns and sceptors and high chairs covered in purple velvet.
I think that whole situation happened to someone else… on TV…
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