This sentiment is ringing very true for me this week. It is the perfect storm (almost literally today as our winds gust over sixty miles and hour and twenty foot waves are predicted on the lake). Trent is in the throws of show week and the kids and I have had multiple events every night.
I got home last night from a meeting for the middle school musical to find the kitchen a mess (Evan had made brownies so that mess thrown in with the still not done dinner dishes). Hailey had the living room torn apart with her shelter she constructed for Survivor viewing. Spencer was in his room on a device with his book report no further along than it was when I left.
So I sat down with Spencer and talked him through ideas and concepts to add to his book report - which is super hard when you have never read the book. Not to mention teenage boys are really fun to work with especially when they want to do the minimum required and call it good. Unfortunately for Spencer, he was not blessed with a mother who likes the minimum. While Spencer and I were working on it, Hailey came in to show me a drawing she had made and in my frustration with life this week I was a little too sharp with her about how I couldn't look at it right this minute.
I hate that. The minute it comes out of your mouth it just feels wrong and you want to breathe it back in but it is too late - it is hanging out there crushing their little spirit. When I had set Spence on the right track and he was typing away I found her and apologized and let her explain her drawing to me.
Ugh. This week - and we still have two more days to get through before we get a bit of breathing room.