You guys, this week almost did me in. I’m not kidding. The Wild Boys have been fighting and crying, the Husband has been overloaded with homework, the grown ups have been stressed about money . . . it’s just a recipe for anxiety.
No, seriously. I, who have always considered myself a person who doesn’t stress much, have been having anxiety. Like, heart-racing, rapid-breath sort of anxiety.
Needless to say, I was not very patient with the Wild Boys this week. I feel like I was hobbling about in “survivor” mode a lot of the time. So I had a very hard time saying yes to most of their requests. Especially in the kitchen.
You see, the kitchen is my safe zone. I want it to belong to me and me alone. It’s MINE, I tell you – MINE. I’ve fought this mentality for awhile now because I do in fact believe it’s important to let your children in the kitchen. But it’s particularly hard in our teeny tiny apartment kitchen because there’s, literally, only room for one person. And yet all the Wild Boys want to watch me cook. And touch as many things as possible while watching. So, while I admit I did say no to boys in the kitchen while I was cooking several times this week, I also made an effort to say yes.
Four Year Old sat beside me on this day while I cooked tortillas and we found the 10 differences on like a billion pages. And he didn’t go for the knives or anything. Thank God.
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