A First

There have been many parenting firsts in my life but today was another that left me awestruck in how my life has twisted and turned.

Today I took my daughter to ballet. My beautiful princess in her $30 ballet slippers and her $2 tights.  I was the only mom that forgot a tutu.  I will remember for next time.

I would say there wasn't a hockey arena in sight but the class is actually held in a room at the arena.  At least we felt at home there!

99% Mom 1% Jen

That's where I am at.

I know it's not healthy.

I know it's not wise.

I just have no idea what to do about it.

I am sick and tired and keep getting sicker.  Life is crazy and busy and never, ever ends.  I am parenting 24 hours a day seven days a week.  If it's not teenage angst at midnight, it's a toddler who doesn't yet know how to sleep through the night and starts her day at 2:00 am.

I have kids at the most selfish extremes of their lives.  Teenagers and Toddlers.  They  suck every scrap of self out of me, and give very little back.

We have had 5 birthdays in 3 months.  I am homeschooling two now.  I am dealing with therapists and evaluations and hormones and parent contact and regression and just general busy insanity that is life with 6 kids.

And I am tired.  But there is no time to be tired because I have to host a birthday party for a bunch of teenagers today, and drive another teenager to another city so he can play hockey, while juggling 2 toddlers to do it.  Tomorrow is the same.  And then the day after that, MORE of the same.

Monday the cycle starts all over again.