I am not going to lie to you. I hate being a single parent this week.
I don't care how many people are surrounding me: Papaw, Nana, Uncle Steven, and Aunt Melanie. It makes a difference - but not a big one. Because I am always the parent. They can walk away and leave him to his devices if they want, and I will always be the parent. And this week I am it. I am THE parent. I am the Spankin' Giver {because yes, we spank, and no, they won't do it!}. I am the Time-Outer. I am the Napper, the Changer {most of the time}, the Almighty Mommy Voice. All by myself.
I am so tired. I feel like my stress levels are way up. If you've seen Benjamin at all this week you know that he's energetic. All of the time. You've probably noticed the bruises he's been collecting on his face and the scrapes on his knees from where he fell in the parking lot. He's been getting hurt a lot because he's been getting all this energy out and he's doing everything he's ever wanted to do {or that is how it seems}.
I feel like the constant words coming out of my mouth are "Benjamin put that back." "No Sir, Benjamin." "Come here, please." "I said COME here, please..." "Benjamin do not touch Bailey [the dog] on the hiney, that is yucky!" {Yes, I have had to say that one a LOT}.
I'm being up tight, I know I am. I know I should just relax, and usually I am really laid back. But without Hubby here, I feel fifteen THOUSAND times more stressed out and I really don't enjoy it. I'm mean mommy this week. I'm grouchy. I'm really not wanting to blow bubbles all day long but I'm doing it, like it or not, because Benjamin's new favorite toy is his non-spilling bubble toy. That and ohh, everything he is not supposed to play with. He's already broken some glass thing that held a candle here.
All I want to do is to relax. I don't think I will ever relax as long as I am on Vacation with Benjamin. It's not really vacation. Like, at all. While I am here to spend time with family and help out with my mom's VBS class - it's hard to feel like I'm on vacation when I'm doing the same thing here as I do at home: chase Benjamin, discipline, play, love.
Deeeeep breath.
Lots, and lots of prayer.
I am so not perfect. I wish I could be! I can't count all the mistakes I've made just the past few days not only as a mommy but as a sister, a friend, a daughter, even a wife!
Like I said, Lots and Lots of Prayer.
I'm probably making it out harder than it actually is. So far I have left out all the high points, like Benjamin being able to see his Aunt and Uncle, who he never gets to see as they live in Memphis. He's being able to play with Papaw as much as he can and get lovin's from Nana who dotes on him every moment of the day. I'm learning so much from my mom who is a wonderful Bible Class teacher. I'm taking Benjamin to his very first VBS, after which tonight he carried around a Popsicle stick person singing, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus..."
My sweet, sweet baby singing the precious name of Jesus over and over, what a beautiful thing to hear!
Oh, how I love Jesus! I can do all things through Him - even being a single parent for as long as I have to this week...
Which should hopefully be until tomorrow sometime... I cannot WAIT to see my Hubby and to be like HERE! TAKE YOUR CHILD!
I feel better. Thanks for letting me vent. You're a good friend!