The children are lovely, especially plump and bright-eyed to look at, but I have put in my resignation, and I am leaving. I plan to go first thing tomorrow. The destination isn't firm yet, but I envision a one bedroom cottage near the ocean, maybe in New England. A destination I can drive to where I won't need to answer any questions, pick anyone up from school, or "play two year old" with.
It's not that anything happened, nothing dangerous or catastrophic, but the number of diapers changed, onesies stained, little suits snapped up the legs -- it's just too many. And as of this week, Maeve is in swaddling purgatory where if swaddled, just as she's drifting off, she becomes irate that she can't move her arm and screams furiously; and if not swaddled, just as she's drifting off, she madly clutches the pacifier in her mouth, pries it out, flings it to the side and then screams because someone grabbed her pacifier. Oh help me.
General upkeep: Laundry, so much of it. Washing children, apparently not top priority. Eden hasn't bathed for a few days, and I just saw, here at 7PM, as she walked out of the room that she not only has two unbrushed pony tails (that are passable) but also a rogue hair clip that certainly served no purpose today or yesterday hanging from the back of her head, especially cute on the field trip today that several parents attended...
School work: tomorrow is letter day in Eden's class, a day they are supposed to bring a tidy Ziploc bag of clipped pictures beginning with the day's letter (tomorrow is K)-- what a cute weekly project to do with a preschooler. Many letter days she's shown up with nothing (how do Tuesdays hit so often and unexpectedly?) and sitting here now looking around the room with an unusual night-before awareness of the upcoming letter day, I see that I've once again recycled all the magazines... Silas's homework folder is currently lost as is the homework that goes in it. We both swear it was on the table yesterday...
More lost things: I put my drivers license and credit card in my pocket the other day and promptly lost the wallet they'd been in (that held other important things) -- always disconcerting. So I put the cards in an old wallet and hoped the lost one would reappear as it usually does. But, I then somehow lost the new wallet with my credit card and drivers license (!) Yesterday Ben found the originally lost wallet wedged between the seats of his car, but the license-credit card wallet is still missing...
Having written all of this, there does appear to be a strong case for my leaving for the sake of others in my care rather than for my own, which, I must say, is surprising. In any event, I have given my resignation, though maybe a transfer to a new location (a silent hotel with room and maid service) would suffice...
3 comments:
One night alone in a hotel will do wonders - I did that when Winn was a baby. Super restorative.
Is this the same person that bright me the most delicious little chocolate nut confection in a sweet ittle box last week. She looked showered and together and quite cute as she lugged her little baby to Silas' school party. Would have never guessed you were resigning, but I hear you loud and clear! Perhaps some plans to get out and away for us are in order! You are doing awesome, sweet friend!
haaahaaahaaahaa. just now read this (after you told me you were resigning)! i am laughing and identifying with, well, everything.
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