Stay at home mom who spends time wrangling her active 2 year old son and painting people's pets.
It’s official. I am broke and Odin is going to a Reggio school two half days a week in two weeks. I fear we will be creating a monster. Oh the things he will learn and I’ll have to be more on my toes.
It’s interesting and this is in no way criticizing anyone, but a mom friend said, “oh have you planned what you’ll do with that time?” “I am so happy for you to have you time.” Okay so yes I don’t get much “me time,” before 8 pm or like tonight 6:30 when the monster conked out after no nap. We chose to put Odin in this school for Odin. Three hours twice a week comes with a price tag but we know how great this will be for him. We really hope it encourages more language development.
What will I do with my time? Well I’ll miss him but I’ll drink my hot morning beverage before it gets cold. I’ll get to go to spin class but more importantly I’ll work on my painting business and do my usual domestic errands.
He has more energy then any child I know. Runs circles around kids filled with candy, soda and caffeine yet my kid is sugar free. He wakes up running. He explores, he figures things out and he is so sweet and friendly.
Oh wait except to me. Don’t get me wrong when Odin is hurt or hungry he comes to me but lately I am the victim of mommy abuse. I get hit, I get things thrown at me and I get spit on.
He never does this to anyone else. Odin kisses and hugs and plays wonderfully nice, even listens to others well. However the mommy that doesn’t yell and doesn’t hit gets it all.
I’m at a bit of a loss. We do “lets take a break,” we don’t hit, I say in a stern voice, “no, that’s not nice.” I even pretend to be sad and hurt. Nope he either laughs or asks if I am alright and then continues. Of course my mother says spank him and if my husband is here Odin will listen and stop for him.
I am not a pushover. Is he trying to make me look like one?
We are back home now but these are some shots of our trip back to NY. We first spent a week up in the Adirondacks, rafting, kayaking, hiking and eating massive amounts of smores. Then we headed back to the Island that is Long and spent time with family. My brother in law, sister in law and their four kids from China were all at my in-laws house where we were staying so Odin got to spend a lot of time with his cousins. He particularly loved his fifteen year old cousin and she was so amazing with her. I wish she lived here and not Tan Jin (spelling error maybe).
We’ve been “home” on Long Island visiting family. Some more family is visiting from China so Odin has spent quite a bit of time with cousins we see once every two to four years. That has been great to see as he has been bonding with the older cousins 15 and 11 years old. His two cousins, 7 and 6 want nothing to do with him and try to get rid of him and boss Odin around as much as possible. He remains unphased, determined and persistent and because of that I sit back and feel so lucky he is not like me. I know even at that age I would of taken that rejection. Odin cares not.
Besides family time this trip has been long and stressful. We do our best to go with the flow but I’m on 24/7 keeping other people’s kids from letter Odin fall down the basement stairs, go out the left open gate in the backyard and letting out dogs out…. It’s been a long trip.
Long Island, I miss your beaches, bays, lighthouses and farm stands. I do not miss much of anything else. Have I finally grown out of home? Is Atlanta really my home? I miss it. I miss our space, our favorite places to eat, our walks and even our playgrounds. Although Odin has made friends here at every playground versus the younger siblings who aren’t nice at our local parks in Atlanta.
My strange dislike for crowds has grown. Also I’ve formed a new dislike for loud people telling off color personal stories really loud using foul language. I don’t want to hear about that, do you really want me to?
I love NY. Born and raised and I proudly maintain my accent but with this visit we know we made the best decision to leave and set up home in the south. I hope they don’t take my Yankee badge away (not the team, I hate Derrick Jeter).