I’m beat. Hence the title of this blog post. I suppose we all feel like this sometimes, so hopefully you’ll be nodding your head along with me, and maybe even share a little of your own story below. This is not what I had planned to blog about today. I had been preparing all week to post about my first serious Sandwich Generation (SG) topic–guilt. The guilt I’m talking about comes at you from both sides when you’re a part of SG–it is guilt over having to choose between your young child or your parents who are ill and need you. It is guilt over not being enough for either. However, I am so beat I don’t feel as if I can do that topic the justice it deserves, and so I hope to do that NEXT week.
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So the winner is. . . Amy A. We just e-mailed you from our Lit Ladies g-mail account.
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I’ll end with why I think I’m so beat–it’s change and transition (and not enough sleep because I am a full-time mom/wife, trying to also be a full-time writer). But mostly it’s change and transition. My daughter started preschool today. She did not want to go, although after it was over she told Grandma and Grandpa, “It was fun.” Her tantrums, as we near three-years-old, are becoming louder and longer and more intense. I try to practice love and logic and not engage, but goodness sakes, sometimes, I lose my temper–like today when the tantrum started at the top of the McDonald’s Playland, and she would not come down. Yes, I had to climb up in a skirt and drag her out of there, into the car without her shoes on. . .and it all started because she ordered apple juice, instead of chocolate milk. Then when I bought her apple juice, and she finished it, she wanted chocolate milk. I said, “No.” Go figure.
We are also about to put the toddler bed away, bring the twin bed up from the basement, and start a new bedtime routine when the Minnie Mouse comforter and sheets arrive from Target.com this week. She’ll be 3 in October. It’s time–she’s probably more ready than I am. And her naps, well, they need to be shorter, or she has trouble going to sleep at night, which is when I need to work, so I need to stop whining about all this now, and actually go wake her up.
As I said, I’m beat. Are you? Love to hear from you!
Once again, congrats Amy!