I find myself craving and yearning for solitude and complete quietness. In away, I do feel a bit guilty of this desire. Simply because I find that I don’t handle my desire in the best way.
I have this thing where I will find myself kind of looking at my actions and going, “How completely ridiculous and ironic!”
Like when I’ve tried to give myself a bit of alone time and either sent the kids outside to play and then I find myself yelling at them to go away and leave me alone so I can have quiet.
Or lately I’ve instituted Siesta Hour at our house. A time when you are in your room, or in my case the main living area as Daddy owns our room for sleeping during the day, and I end up getting so frustrated with the constant door openings and “Mommy, I need ….” that I end up yelling or slamming doors myself.
Not what I want. However, that being said. I think Siesta Hour is going to stay. I think it is a really good idea for the sanity of all of us! It occurs once we’ve cleaned up lunch dishes. I have them have a glass of water, go to the restroom, and then into their rooms. I set my Flylady timer on the table and set it for 60 minutes. The idea is that they must stay in their rooms for that long. Minimum.
I hope to eventually train them to stay there quietly and allow me to nap if I so choose. They are old enough that I no longer need to encourage them every 5 minutes, in my opinion. Nor do I need to encourage them along a simple task.
While doing school work, my need for quiet comes out in insisting that I am not going to look at their work until they are done unless I can see that their frustration or nerves are causing them to believe that they can’t complete the exercise. Then I will assist them for a problem or two. But I want them to do their work. Skipping if the need arises, but just doing the work.
I find it is difficult for my nearly 6 year old daughter. But in most ways she is more mature than my son.
The potty thing is my biggest sticking stone and I think I am going to make this my battle. My daughter does have kidney issues, and in the past anytime she said she had to go I simply said fine. But I’ve noticed the inconvenience of these bladder moments. Or perhaps convenience! So I have told her point blank, if you have gone you will not need to go in the next hour.
I have to tell you, she’s smart. Today she came back stating well, it wasn’t really a bladder issue, but an intestinal issue and she simply must go. I let her go once but the second time I said no. She turned around and slammed her door saying, “I’m going to get stipated and it is simply all your fault!”
I tell you, even though I was laughing I really just wished I could have an uninterrupted 15 minutes while I felt energetic. I get them at night, but I’m tired!
Lol! I’m going to stop now before I start whining!