Well, it has been a crazy couple of months as I've adjusted to three children, and this month was especially challenging as I made Hanukkah and Christmas magic happen for all. I always feel like the month of December wants to fight me, and every year when I win, I feel a huge sense of relief and accomplishment. That's what I felt today.
Tree/stairway garland down and out the door: check
House understatedly decorated for winter: check
Healthy dinner made and actually consumed (at least by one kid): check
Final transition of older sisters sharing a bedroom: check
The last one was huge, and it went off with much sisterly sweetness and minimal drama (knock on wood). So y'all can understand that when I sat down tonight, I felt pretty good. I felt like I was getting a handle on it all, like the three girl thing gives me more good moments than hard ones, like it's really and truly becoming a lot of fun.
And then Mr. Twinkle talked to Fun Sink, who just has a way of knocking the wind out of my sails every single time. I guess he mentioned that A and E started sharing a room, and she was unsupportive and asked him why we were doing it now (so that E doesn't have to give up her crib and her room and all her personal space all at once--and also because the girls are excited about being roommates--that's why, not that it's any of Fun Sink's business). She was mostly concerned because A likes to read before bed and E needs the light off. I'm sorry, but that's not her problem. If she had any faith in me as a mother, she'd trust that I'd taken care of it. I know A likes to look at her books. I encourage it, which is why I let her choose a book light so that she can still read in bed. Problem solved. Mind your own business, Fun Sink. It just bothers me that Fun Sink thinks I'm not going to encourage reading, or that I can't come up with a solution to the little problems that arise without her intervention. I mean--a light being on or off--why is that Fun Sink's concern? Talk about micromanagement.
And at the end of the day, all I can say is screw her. We've got a private girl club over here, and she's not in it. If she had any common sense, she'd start being nicer to the president.
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