Life of a Stay at Home Mom

I can't believe it's Wednesday already. Time flies when you're busy, which is a good thing. I have so many things on my mind that I'm having a hard time keep my thoughts straight while having a conversation with someone. Why is it with women we can't just relax and say to hell with it ? I know I'm generalizing. Today I was thinking of bills, errands and what I have to do on Thursday to get ready for Friday. My brain is driving me crazy. My mom always told me to make a list to organize my thoughts. I try to do that and hope that I don't stay up all night thinking about stuff. Sometimes I like to leave the television on before I sleep so that I can listen to what's on instead of focusing on my thoughts.

I am trying to organize a small party for a friend who is turning 30th, which is no big deal. Then I realized that on Friday I have to come up with a science project to do with preschoolers and also bring snacks for them. I know I can handle all this, it will be fine, so I wonder why I'm stressing myself. Things happen and I need to take care of it. I need to learn to let go and not think it's the end of the world if it doesn't get done. The world will still go on if it's not perfect. Wish me luck that I don't lose my mind between now and Sunday.

Preschool

Today was the first day back to preschool for my son. I know I've mentioned that I work at his preschool but I did not bring him with me because of his jet lag. After 2 weeks, I decided it was time to go back into some kind of routine for him. I dropped him off at 8:30 and was not too sure when I was going to pick him up. I was just going wait and see if he could handle staying there more then an hour. I think class ends at 11 or 11:30. Being the over protective mother that I am, I called an hour later to find out how he was doing and the teacher's aid told me he was doing fine but he did cry a couple of times. I guess it's only natural for the kids to learn the rules and schedule of the class, but when I heard that he cried a couple of times, I decided that I was going to pick him up in half an hour. I know I should have just let him stay the whole time, but I thought one and a half hours on the first day back was pretty good for a 3 year old child. I know he has to learn that the world does not revolve around him, but he doesn't have to learn that right away. He has a lifetime to learn how hard the world can be. Right now, he is a child and I would like him to stay an innocent child as long as he can.

Minor Disruption

Today was a full day. I did not go out and vote because I can't, I'm not a citizen so I can't talk about my voting experience. I can talk about working at my son's preschool class. I volunteer once a week at his preschool so I can be there if he needs me. I admit that I am a very protective mother and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Anyway, I thought it was going to be fun and easy. A little playing, reading and feeding them snacks. It was going to be a breeze. Boy, was I wrong to think that! It takes a special kind of person to deal with preschoolers or to be a teacher because you have to be enthusiastic and patient all the time. It's hard with 20 little kids screaming your name and wanting your attention when you have to be excited about it all the time. I feel awkward disciplining another person's child when they've done something wrong. After observing their behavior and language, all I want to do is protect and bubble wrap my child. It saddens me how fast they grow up. I volunteer at my son's school once a week, for 3 and a half hours, and by the end of class, I'm exhausted. I am at awe of them.