Wednesdays...

Wednesdays, in general, are a beating for me. Mark leaves for work by 8:30 am, and does not leave the church till at least 9:00 pm on Wednesdays. I am truly a single mom on these days. I usually end-up having a cocktail or two on Wednesday evenings.

I worked with a woman many years back, before we had kids, named Trudy. She was a single mom. There was NO interaction from the boys father. She did it all. I was always amazed by her. But now... now that I have three kids of my own, I am even more amazed and my respect for her grows each time I think of her. I don't know how single mom's do it! Really!

Today has been especially trying. We got up and had school this morning, then the boys went to their gym class at Lifetime. After that, we went out to Grapevine Mills to look for some shoes to go with a dress I got... didn't find any! Then, we went to a Valentines Party at Chuck E. Cheese out there. OK! I could only take about an hour and a half.

So, we left Grapevine about 4:30. Now, my other issue today is that my kids looked bad. They had not had haircuts since before Thanksgiving. Pittard Christian Academy does not have a policy on hair length, so it really has not mattered. But, the thought occurred to me a few days ago that, before I had kids, I would look at just a random kid on the street and think, "Awww, that would be a really cute kid if his/her mom would just get him a cute haircut and some cute clothes." And it seems as though the last few weeks I have been looking at MY kids and thinking the same thing! I had decided this morning that TODAY was THE DAY that all three of my boys get haircuts.

Michael and Mavrick didn't want their hair cut, but I explained to them that they are really nice looking young men, but no one can tell with all that nappy hair. So, they gave in. Major on the other hand. Do you ever read any of my entries about getting him to take a bath? BEATING!!! Well, it is the same with haircuts. He had to sit in my lap. All the hair she cut off of him went on to me and my sweater. He cried, climbed, screamed... it was a beating! I was exhausted. I kept my cool, but I so badly wanted to just cry.

Of course, they all look so handsome now. But it may be a while before we do this again!