“All” I Got Done
I had high hopes for today. My goal was to wash the mile-high pile of dishes that have haunted my kitchen for the past 2 days, get in as many loads of laundry as I could, clean my room and the living room, paint my almost-done bathroom, sign my kids up for camp, plan tonight’s meal, and get back in touch with a possible connection for a therapeutic horse-back riding program for Forever Homes. And that was only a small fraction of my to-do list.
My plan was to go pick up my son from tutoring and have the two of us attempt to work on some of the cleaning together. Then, we would go pick up the other two kids at the regular
school time and I’d drop them all off at the Boys and Girl’s Club (I do that once a week, just to stay sane) so I could get more done. On the days I am actually motivated to get things done, I have to take advantage of every moment I can. I think Someone else had other things in mind for today, though.
I picked my son up from tutoring and found out that he had completely tried to control and manipulate the session. Obviously…very angry. On the way home, we talked about what was going on. He had just been to respite (aka: babysitting for wounded kids) this past weekend for our date weekend, and was still pretty mad about it.
Then, we began to talk about the feelings behind the mad (I am trying to teach him that usually anger covers up other emotions). The real fear was that if he went to another house for the weekend, he would end up moving in with another family. (By the way, I know that the State is doing the best that they can, but sometimes I become so angry at the damage they do to children by moving them around so much! ARGGGGHHH!!)
So, needless to say, my big plans to get my house out of the state of disaster it has been in (ever since my parents left…boy, do I miss their help!) did not happen today. Oh well. If that’s “all” I get done today, it will have been a day well lived. One little boy got closer to healing today. And that feels good.
Oh, and I also dealt with a very angry daughter, who can’t go to the Boys and Girls Club, due to some poor choices while she was there the last time. So, overall it was a very productive day. Now if only they could create self-washing dishes, I’d be doing great!
