Thursday, August 5, 2010
Daddy just sent this timely article from the Wall Street Journal. I was just complaining yesterday that my boundaries have slackened looking more like over-cooked spaghetti around my time and responsibilities to my own children. I find a few more of the neighbor kids just "hanging out" during the day because working parents are working, napping because they just got off work, or running errands. I've become dependable and a bit resentful. After spending an afternoon at the wading pool with 8 kids (ok 7 of them are mine!) after the mom of the 8th child decided she couldn't take her one child and 2 of my oldest because she was tired, had a headache, and needed a nap; I decided to slap myself with a giant sticker that says, "SUCKER!" So yesterday I snapped. I took the afternoon off, took a nap, and read...in my bedroom with the door shut. I like the neighbor kids. They're probably the most well-mannered neighborhood kids you could ask for. However, my problem lies with me....my inability to say, "no" or put a a boundary around play-date time. Well, like most things there are consequences. I'm learning as we all are how to guard our family time, how to be confident saying "no" or "enough is enough", and how to be nice about it. The reciprocal of this is that when neighbors ask if they can do anything to help me, I have to be able to gladly say, "Yes" and accept the help.