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The Sick Joke – Visiting Week

26 Aug

I have been looking forward to today for 4 weeks. First day of Preschool!!

Summer camp ended a month ago for my 3 year old twins and I have been counting down ever since then. But, of course, I found out yesterday, it was too good to be true. As it turns out, this week is in fact not the first week back to school for the kids. For their age group it is “visiting week” at their Preschool. Which means that I go with them for an hour everyday all week. That’s it, one hour, and done.

I cried when I heard, literally cried.

Visiting Week. Awesome concept. Get the kids acclimatized, let them meet their new teachers, get used to the routine, ease into the transition.
For this mother of three, who has been to the Zoo, The Aquarium, The Beach and every Park within a 5 mile radius – not so awesome.

I totally grasp the concept and psychology behind it. I’m sure some of this, one hour a day visiting is done so the parents can adjust to leaving their children at school. I was once a first time parent with an only child, I get it. But those days are three screaming kids and 5 thousand sleepless nights behind me.
I have no qualms about teachers peeling a hysterical child off my leg as I walk out of the classroom door and wave bye-bye. I’ve been through this before. They cry for five minutes, demand Mommy comes back. Then, they discover a puzzle or a toy that they like and they might as well be orphans.

As “visiting time” wrapped up today, I seriously considered slipping the teachers some money to keep the kids there for a couple extra hours. It’s cruel to make a mother, feed and dress two 3 year olds, get them into car seats, into school and then send them right back home again after an hour, cruel.

It has been the longest Summer of my entire life. I have learned a lot about myself. I have learned that I am totally capable of taking care of three young children all by myself. I learned that I am much more resourceful than I look. I learned that going to bed exhausted after a long day of hard work feels fulfilling. I learned that no matter how hard I try, I will always hate the feeling of sand on dry feet. I learned that I have to eat every few hours or I develop an intense uncontrollable rage.

The biggest thing that I learned, is that despite all my complaining, fear and sarcasm, I actually enjoy my children. I love being their Mommy. I do prefer them in smaller less intense doses, but overall, I am enjoying this gig.

I am easing into the Mommy thing. All I need is these kids back in school so I can have some refueling time and all will be well again in the Mommyhood.

Visiting week. Really?



How is this night different from other nights?

7 Apr

Last night we celebrated the first night of Passover at my house. Before you get all proud of me and everything, I should disclose that I didn’t cook anything. My Grandma, Mom, Mother-in-law, and sister did all the food related duties and I stuck with setting up the table, chairs and Seder plate. Considering I’ve had little TR attached to me like a velcro Koala that”s about all I can handle. It’s as if she can sense that a part of me is planning my get away, she’s holding on in case I bolt at any minute. I told everyone to arrive promptly at 5pm. At 6pm, my sister and I were looking at each other nodding our heads. Typical. Jewish standard time had got the best of all my guests. Unfortunately, those cute little angels that they want to see so badly will be turning into monsters right around 7pm. So, if they want to experience the cuteness instead of the darkness, take note for next year, arrive on time. Aside from the few minor glitches, like when my husband decided to add his own part to the seder and showed a scene from the movie The Prince of Egypt on his iPad. Wrong on so many levels, but that’s another post entirely. Or, when it finally clicked in HB’s mind that indeed she was the first born child, and she insisted we mark the front door with blood like they did in those days so she doesn’t get killed. She spent the night at Grandma’s house last night to ensure her safety, no joke. All in all, the night went well, we remembered our ancestors that were enslaved in Egypt. We gathered together as a family at one table and once again I managed to traumatize at least one of my children. Mission accomplished.


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