March Madness

Seriously, March was the maddest month I have experienced in a long time. Amid the madness that became my life, I had a few mothering moments that I finally have time to share. Actually, I don't really have time, I am just delaying the inevitable ironing and cleaning and showering that I need to do right now.

Let's begin with what just happened as I am sitting here trying to type. My baby continually hit me in the face and pulled off my glasses, until finally, I hit her back. I hit her a litle harder than I meant to. She cried, and got over it very quickly and I said I was sorry, and said: "It's not nice to hit", and in my mind said: "So, then don't hit your kid".

The only other time I have hit my baby's like that is when they bite down with their teeth during breast feeding....that's more of a gut reaction to pain though, and less of a disciplining strategy.

My second mothering moment happened last week. Background: My daughter goes to a private Catholic School for Pre-K and they sponsor these field trips for the kids, that are usually around $30 dollars. The majority of the kids in her class do not go on these trips, and I have never let her go either.

A few weeks ago there was an Olympic Day form that was the same price as a field trip, only going to be held on campus. I debated on whether or not to pay the money, simply because it was on campus, and a specific school thing. Time went by and I moved etc. and forgot about it. The day before Olympic Day my daughter came home and said: "We practiced for Olympic Day today." She was really excited about it. I was mad, b/c I didn't think the school should have specifically practiced this, and as a result gotten the children excited about it, when not all children were going to participate. I felt bad, and I told my daughter that I hadn't paid the money for her to participate, and suggested that she stay home from school. She of course was fine with that. In this instance I felt like the school was in the wrong, I am not sure if I did the right thing by keeping her home, I later learned that only 3 kids from her class forked out the cash to participate.

My third mothering moment was getting robbed. I picked up my daughter from school and came back to my car with a broken window and purse stolen. I was an emotional wreck about it for the next 3 hours. I barely even spoke to my daughters. As we drove away from the scene and they were talking, I asked them to please be quiet, as I just continued sobbing. The next day my older daughter wanted to play policeman, and imitated the cop that I had dealt with while reporting the incident, and I played along with it as best I could. I just completely shut down as a mother during that situation.

My fourth mothering moment was dying Easter Eggs. We did this yesterday. The girls were really into it, and I feel that I had a lot of patience while I endured my almost-2-year-old THROWING eggs into the dye bowls, Eating the dye, spilling an entire bowl of yellow all over my brand new kitchen counter, and getting sparkly paint up and down her arms. They had a really great time, and I don't think they were thinking about any of the above moments, and actually, neither was I.