I know you've heard the phrase "one step forward and two steps back" before? Lately, I feel like a better description for me would be:
"Eleven steps backward and an occasional accidental half-stumble forward."
Is that a little depressing? I just cannot seem to get my act together. Is that even a real thing? A "together" act?
We had a wonderful (but entirely too short!) weekend. My mom and dad came up to see us. Well... to see the boy play football. I would post pictures, but my camera is missing. (one step back...) They had to leave on Saturday night, but we loved seeing them.
We received a notice that we have an "option" to move. Yep. Move. Again. (one step back...) Not to a new post, but to a new house. Nice thought. Until you weigh it all out. It's not on base. It's base housing, but it's 13 miles up the road. It's a nice new neighborhood and a bigger house, but it is still a MOVE. And all you have to do is read a few old posts to discover how much I love a move. (Note sarcasm.) Our neighborhood is being "re banded" to Jr. Enlisted Housing, and they want to move all the remaining officers to other neighborhoods. Does anyone want to make the decision for us?
And this one? Well, it is a little funny. Last night was "crazy hat night" at AWANAS. Guess which mom forgot? Guess which mom forgot even after another mom said, "Don't forget crazy hat night tonight!" Guess which kid remembered as we are driving into the church parking lot? So (one step back...), I drove back home to retrieve the boy's favorite crazy hat. My husband made the suggestion that the boy should wear his football helmet. For a brief moment of insanity, I considered it. (Seeing as how the helmet rides around in the back of the car so IT doesn't get forgotten. Again.) I know there are those who would say, "Let him learn a lesson!" "It is his responsibility to remember his own hat!" "You are a bad parent for going to get that hat!" And, I beat myself up wondering what others think about my parenting choices. (one step back...) It really isn't that far back to the house. As for the helmet? It is entirely too pinchy. His brain would have been too squeezed to remember his verses.
That is just a small sampling of what is rolling around in my head lately. I really should not complain. I know this. There are sooooo many people out there who have REAL struggles and difficult lives; but, not me. I am blessed. More so than I deserve. I AM grateful. And sorry for not seeing things in a different light. That should count as a step forward.
4 comments:
We all have those days (weeks!). It's hard to see how much we're blessed when we feel like we're just paddling hard to stay afloat. :)
And OOPS! I didn't realize I copied your background until I read this post!! ;)
Hey A...my 2 cents: you should do the move...as long as the Army pays and does it. I'll tell you what the SGM said when we had to face the same issue at Irwin (from house #2 to house #3!) He took F aside and said, "While living next door to E-2s or even E-8s might not be uncomfortable for you, consider that the young soldier living next to a MAJ will not be comfortable hanging out in his yard, playing with or yelling at his kids or fighting or getting flirty with his spouse. He will always feel like a superior is there, watching and waiting--that he's always "at work."
Hey Autumn.... Sounds like you're just having one of those moments, you're just bummed but really dont know why and darn it if things dont just always seem to pile on the mountain during "those times." It will be ok. But I do have to comment on one particular thought you were having and say that you by FAR are no where near being a "bad parent." Whats wrong with helping your child out? I've watched you "parent" E and just know better, so take it from someone who uses you as a role model and get that thought out of your head! ;o)
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