Old and Tired

One thing that really bothers Kevin, and hasn't bothered me so much yet, is that we are really old parents to the two littlest. Kevin insists we have been mistaken for grandparents more than once, but I think he is crazy. I don't feel that old, so how could people mistake me for being so?

I wanted a blog... the other blog actually... so that I could write. Believe it or not, I still don't have time to write.

Things are better this year at this time than they were last. With only wee one to watch (Wyatt), and then only once or twice a week, it really opens up my "me" time. Two of the boys drive, so they is less traveling for me. Everything has calmed down quite a bit.

But, today was the first day in three weeks that I didn't have anyone home with me in the morning. And it would have been quite relaxing if I had bothered to relax. Unfortunately, I used the time to clean, organzie and make calls regarding various issues.

Next year, and I truly hate wishing my life away, but next year I will have all morning every morning to myself. I can do my yoga without advice; I can solve problems on the phone without multitasking; I can have coffee without continuously getting milk, cereal, cereal bars, fruit snacks or popcorn; and most of all, I can just enjoy the quiet.

I've got a bad feeling about this....

Jared was very upset today, screaming and yelling about Kevin. I didn't say anything; just listened. Man, was he mad.

One thing that he yelled stood out to me... he said Kevin never even bothers to ask how his day goes. Deep down I think the connection is being lost... or maybe it was never there.

I wish I could make it better for everyone involved. But it is a process... part of the independence pull. And one day it will all be behind us. I hope.