Let me just put it out there… there is no easy way to move when you’ve got a couple of young kids. Sure, you could hire movers, you could hire packers, you can hire cleaners, but at the end of the day you’re in a new space, your old stuff doesn’t fit quite right, and for a few nights nobody gets enough sleep because everything is a little strange in the dark.
In case you don’t pick up subtle clues when smashed over the head with them, we just moved. We moved from a rather large house that we were renting, to a somewhat smaller townhouse that we now own.
We hired the movers and the cleaners, which is great. But the packing which took forever, and the unpacking which is destined to never end, is a royal pain in the arse. The bulk of it had to be completed with a 4 and 6 year old underfoot who just wanted to be played with. The rest of it is being unpacked in short bursts after the kids have gone to bed.
I really hope our neighbours don’t suck because I am not doing this again for a long, long time!
When or if to leave your kids alone, that is the question. My kids are now getting a little bit older and more independent. Before now, I would never have considered leaving the kids at home alone and going out for any reason. Well, there was that one time when they were asleep for the night… but let’s not go there.
I recently read an article about a mother who was arrested for letting her 9 year old daughter play at a popular nearby park while she worked. Faced with the choice between letting your kid sit at McDonald’s all day long, eating junk food, while glued to a laptop screen, or playing at a public park which would presumably been populated by other parents supervising their own children, what would you choose?
I have to say, I’m a bit peeved with the parent who took it upon herself to call the cops to report an abandoned child. Apparently the village that used to team together to raise the young has disbanded and been taken over by military control. I’d like to think that I would have said, “let me know if you need anything. I’ll be here with my little Chuckie until 2.”
To me, the bigger question is how, as parents, we can teach our children independence if we never allow them out of arms reach? My kids play in our back yard or in our basement while we’re upstairs. We try to let them resolve their own squabbles before stepping in. I’m looking forward to the day when I can say, “sure, go to the park, but be home for supper.” I really hope nobody calls the cops on me when that day comes.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
This delightful little poem was running through my head last night, well, a version of it anyway. I had to go look it up to find out how it actually went.
“Why?” you might ask, “do you have poetry running through your head? It’s so unlike you!”
True, unless it’s a clever little limerick that shouldn’t be recited in front of children. However, in this case, the poem perfectly describes my little girl, except for the curl in the middle of her forehead. Apparently this phase isn’t unique to my child!