Thursday, September 6, 2012
I was telling Hubby the other day, "I haven't really stopped feeling overwhelmed since the day Valerie was born." (Perhaps a few days before, actually.) Even after all these years, I am still finding it hard to "get it together". I am beginning to think/realize/believe that getting it together is an unattainable goal for me. I just need to have more realistic goals, I suppose. Hard to do.
Valerie is off to a good start in third grade, though she says every morning that she doesn't want to go to school. She is a very good student, always top of her class. So, this worries us a bit.
Andrew cried and cried when I left him at preschool yesterday, in the arms of the school's very wonderful director. (This is the same school he went to all last year, never having cried at drop off.) I cried as I walked to the car, then sobbed after I had driven around the corner and parked, until the director called to tell me he was fine, happily playing. He has school again tomorrow and I just don't know what to do.
Drawing above is Andrew's. He and his kitty, Rover, in a truck, with so many details, I couldn't begin to list them all. Kind of like how I couldn't begin to list the many details of how I love my kids.
Oh, the emotional work of parenting. I think it may just destroy me.