Failure or success?

Yesterday night my 6 year old son reminded me that he is going to his friends house after school, so I should write a note for the school bus. My 17 year old son, who usually picks up my car from my work after school to pick up his siblings and takes care of them after school and picks me up from work in the evening, reminded me that today I would need to pick them up because we were going out for dinner with a friend of mine! Failure or success? I mean my kids are fine, they are more reliable than me, so isn't my failure leading them to success?😅

Morning requests

This morning like every day my daughter wants to dress like a ballerina, my son wants no coat and other snacks for school, and my oldest son would win the who is the slowest contest: snail vs teenager! I gave up on my teenager, he will go to college next year and after that his future wife will have to make the best out of it. Middle kids just get ignored unless it's a life threatening matter, so my real struggle these days are my daughters requests. She wants to be a ballerina every day! Don't get me even started on the gender and feminism issue here... but the most annoying thing is that she only has 3 ballerina dresses, I only do laundry on weekends, because I work and I apparently suck at this so she has never a stain free ballerina dress even when it just came out of the dryer. That said 2-3 time a week my daughter looks like a homeless ballerina. So no one is allowed to take pictures during this phase of her, so that she won't get backwards trauma from these pictures. Though I knew this little scheme of mine wouldn't make it through the entire ballerina phase, I wasn't prepared for this disaster (although I must have payed and signed for this at some point): picture day!!! I was reading the note my daughter's teacher send the day before while we were walking from the car to the entrance. This was it, no way out! Well this will be remembered for ever, but all the great little things I do will be completely forgotten, because there is no one to take a picture.

Back to work!

Back to work after being a SAHM for years. We moved to the US for my job. This means no family support and enough chaos to fill 10 books with stories. The thing is I don't have time to write those books, so a blog will do it. These days I'm glad if everyone has kind of clean cloths on. I gave up making 4 lunches for my kids and my husband everyday. Thanks to School bucks I don't even need to have enough change for everyone!! I went through the metamorphosis from perfect mom growing vegetables in the garden etc, to just-call-me-when-they-are-dying mom. I love going to work. I love my kids, but not the mess they make. It's uncontrollable! It spreads like a tumor and contaminates everything, even my car and my Mac, which I take to work, which reminds me off them all day. That's a strange connection, but it's our connection! What a stupid thing to say, isn't it? Of course it is our connection, because no one else wants it. Well I'm loosing it a tiny bit right now, but I just saw this morning that the carpet in my car where my kids sit is alive (mold)! Putting it in positive parenting terms: My kids are already able to spread the miracle of life! Instead of growing vegetables and raising chicken, like my SAHM friends continue to do, we grow mold in our car!