My kids seem to be surprised that I still can’t move fast, walk far, and frequently ask them to hand me things. M of course, still asks me for stuff he can’t reach,but seems hurt when I remind him to use a chair. I wonder if his “love language” is being helped. If it was exciting to “help mommy,” it’s not anymore. It’s also hazy, hot, and humid, likely to break a heat record today, and K didn’t sleep well last night.
Today B was frustrated that I had not photocopied as many maps as I thought I had from SOTW, because it will keep us from finishing 5th grade this week (I’m not sure why the being “finished” part is so important to him, but he says he wants to feel the relief of being done. I kind of get that.) So I was surprised when he dilly dallied and harumphed at me when I started him on a trip to get the library books returned and maps photocopied at the library. It IS hot outside, but if he had gone when I actually sent him, it would have been cooler.
Somehow, I feel guilty that he’s having a hard time, but I think maybe I am doing the right thing, if I can keep from yelling or scolding
Well, anyway, I bought the notebook pages for next year pre-printed, even with shipping and handling, it’s the same price as the library photocopy machine, and I won’t get stuck on that chore.
Addendum: B breezed back into the house proud of his achievements at the library, no more complaints about the heat; maybe he just needed some time to get used to the process?
M just asked me if my foot was hurting and did I need anything, and K just finished massaging my foot with her damp paper towel (she had been playing with an ice cube.)
OK, they still do want to help Mommy.