Break
And I'm not so sad to see it go. Actually, I'll be happy for the routine again. Usually, Christmas break involves all the trappings that go with Christmas with your kid: basically, keeping the kid occupied and happy and avoid homicidal thoughts because the kid is out of his routine and therefore prone to bouts of behavior all designed to drive you crazy because you do not have his/her attention all the time. Oh, but beyond that, this break had a little more in store for me. It also had a wife with hormonal headaches and a mom with a brand new pacemaker. Not that I'm complaining, it just made the workload a bit heavier than Christmas Break Normal.
I think I lasted pretty good until just this past Thursday when, after clearing off 2 full bookcases of Legos and attempting to build the third - and last - I completely lost it on the boy who had taken to running and knee-sliding down the hall. In a nasty verbal tirade that went something along the lines of "That's it! I'm done! I've been doing for you, your mom, grandma...". Poor dude...Dad turned into a tornado.I think the final blow came when I opened the box to our newly re-ordered blinds and discovered hardware that didn't match the instructions nor did I find our valance, which somehow disappeared between the blind manufacturer and the Home Depot.
So, I called a day off for myself Friday (actually I called it previously because I could feel this coming on). A pretty nice day, but what was interesting is that it did not relax me so much as remind me of how friggin' tired I was from these past two weeks of having no break or time to myself prior.
As much as I try to be conscious about giving time to people, especially the boy, I gotta remind myself to take care of my own poor head along the way.
Therefore, I resolve to re-institute the concept of taking unannounced "mental days" off during the school year, known only to me, as I have done in previous years.
'cause if I don't do it, nobody else will. ;)
I think I lasted pretty good until just this past Thursday when, after clearing off 2 full bookcases of Legos and attempting to build the third - and last - I completely lost it on the boy who had taken to running and knee-sliding down the hall. In a nasty verbal tirade that went something along the lines of "That's it! I'm done! I've been doing for you, your mom, grandma...". Poor dude...Dad turned into a tornado.I think the final blow came when I opened the box to our newly re-ordered blinds and discovered hardware that didn't match the instructions nor did I find our valance, which somehow disappeared between the blind manufacturer and the Home Depot.
So, I called a day off for myself Friday (actually I called it previously because I could feel this coming on). A pretty nice day, but what was interesting is that it did not relax me so much as remind me of how friggin' tired I was from these past two weeks of having no break or time to myself prior.
As much as I try to be conscious about giving time to people, especially the boy, I gotta remind myself to take care of my own poor head along the way.
Therefore, I resolve to re-institute the concept of taking unannounced "mental days" off during the school year, known only to me, as I have done in previous years.
'cause if I don't do it, nobody else will. ;)