Word of the Week…Chaotic

I am so relieved that this week is almost over. After spending last week in Dorset, we came home for two days before being overwhelmed by the dust and mess of having our first floor bathroom renovated and the house being re-wired. So off to Leamington Spa we drove on Sunday afternoon. Husband had to get back to work so he took the train back to London on Sunday evening. He only drove with us as I hadn’t driven for that long before with both kids. Dubz, at 23-months old, is quite a handful in the car. I drove home Thursday afternoon, alone with the kids, and miraculously survived the 2 1/2 hour drive without shouting. That is indeed a miracle.

Anyway, we have been living out of suitcases for two weeks now and I can finally start to unpack. Today will hopefully be the last day of the building works. Am dying to scrub and polish and vacuum the hell out of the house. This is an unusual feeling for me as I am not much of a ‘cleaner’. But I feel like there is a correlation between a clean house and my happiness. Which again is not usual for me.

As the week draws to a close, I am looking forward to the end of the chaotic and a return to normalcy.

My hallway. A snapshot of some of the chaos.



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My Word of the Week? Self-Doubting

In between enjoying fun family time and appreciating the sunny Spring weather, there has been a cloud over me. For the past two weeks, my five-year old Moozles has been a monster. Though, she technically doesn’t have horns, gnarly teeth or a prickly tail, she has been a monster nonetheless. We are talking tantrums almost every day. And not little tantrums because I have taken away a favourite toy. No. It will be a raging, out of control tantrum because I have asked her to wash her hands. 

SELF-DOUBTING

There has been yelling, shouting, pushing. She even bit her Daddy on Tuesday morning. As a Stay-At-Home-Mum, you can’t help feel that you are failing as a parent. Why had I given work when it turns out that I am doing such a crap job at raising my children? I have been called rude and evil. Moozles has shrieked that she doesn’t like me or love me, and that she wishes I wasn’t her mummy. *ouch* 

On Tuesday morning, after school drop-off, I spoke to Moozles’ teacher. But there is a bit of friction between Moozles and some of her friends. Apparently it is common for five and six-year old girls to act like b**ches to one another (in addition to their parents). I have also been worried that Moozles is feeling quite jealous of her little brother, who at 22 months old, is quite the scene stealer.

At about 1pm on Tuesday, Moozles’ teacher called me after an in-depth conversation with my daughter to say that in addition to the issues with friends, my daughter was in want of some alone time with her Daddy. I have always tried to have Mother-Daughter time with my daughter, but we realised that she doesn’t get much quality alone time with her Daddy away from her little brother. 

Moozles has come home with a sticker reward chart that she made with her teacher. She gets stickers if she gets ready for school in the mornings and if she gets ready for bed in the evenings without any tantrums. We haven’t had one tantrum since Tuesday morning. Maybe my word of the week should be thankful, as we are so lucky to have a a teacher who cares so deeply about her students and can help so quickly.

I am linking up to Word of the Week over at The Reading Residence. Please go check out other people’s weeks are shaping up.

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