I don’t have much to report. Friday I didn’t do much, only leaving the house to head to the grocery store and then come home. I tentatively made plans with a friend to visit, but it didn’t work out. First, the kids were all playing so nicely and doing their own thing… L was watching the newest episode of The Vampire Diaries, M was playing with some blocks on the floor, C & B were playing some game on the computer….that I didn’t want to interrupt them. Seriously, I was picking up the phone to call her and say we weren’t coming because they were having such a good time when the two middle kids erupted into fighting. It escalated quickly to the boiling point, which was obviously unnecessary as I can’t even remember what it was about now. So, in the span of about two minutes, I went from not wanting to head to her house because we were all so happy to not wanting to head to her house because we were all yelling at each other!
This, in turn, led to a vicious downward spiral of despair about one child’s behavior and my reactions to it. It seems like that happens every few days here. For a brief bit, I felt like we had some light at the end of the tunnel. Friday was a dark day. Saturday morning, though, we had some bright spots when just the two of us went to the farmer’s market (in the rain). I can’t remember the last time it was just the two of us, and that felt special. I should do that more often, but I probably won’t. Consistency is not my strong suit.
I received an email newsletter from the Radical Honesty folks and read through it. They had an interesting way of putting it: noticers instead of thinkers. So, following that train of thought, I guess it makes sense that they comment on things the rest of us leave in our minds. I don’t think I can do that. I don’t know why, but I can’t. It seems wrong, but why?