I have the boys home for four days for a teacher institute and President’s Day. It is imperative to have daily outings if I intend to survive this long weekend. It doesn’t have to be fancy or complicated, it simply has to get us out of the house.
I took them to Walmart. The deal is if they are well-behaved (relatively speaking) they can browse the toys with the knowledge they won’t be taking one home. They were good with that.
They were basically well-behaved. We did get our share of stern glances here and there. I’m not saying they were perfect.
As we unloaded our cart in the most disorganized fashion humanly possible, the cashier noticed I had purchased some art supplies.
“Gearing up for the long weekend at home are you?”
“Yes, I am. I’m hoping for the best.”
The cashier went on, “I completely understand, I raised three boys.”
With that, I let out a long breath and my posture relaxed. She was on my side. A mother of boys understands. I could tell she had survived a lot with her boys and was grateful that she was still able to be cheerful and kind.
Then, she went on to say the greatest lie I tell myself on the days I am ready to throw in the towel. “You’ll be grateful you have boys when they are older. It may be hard now, but it will be so much easier then.”
Yeah, but only if I make it that long…
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