TGIF! Oh man, this was one of the hardest parenting weeks I’ve experienced in a long time. I won’t bore you with all the details, but, in a nutshell, we got really bad news regarding Jackson’s public pre-k assignment for the fall. (Instead of the perfectly good school right next door to us where all his friends will be going, he got placed in a day care center for toddlers over a bodega two neighborhoods away, which we will not send him to; we’re wait-listed at better options, but we could spend the rest of the summer hoping for the best and not really knowing what’s going to happen or having an affordable back-up plan, which is nerve-wracking to say the least). Also, yesterday, we found out that Jackson’s preschool teacher who was supposed to teach his summer camp took a job in Dallas and is moving this weekend, which was upsetting news (he had to say good-bye to her on the spot, without any warning, and was pretty sad about it, understandably). And then after what was one of the worst acting-out transgressions Jackson has exhibited in the last two years over which I burst into tears and said I didn’t understand why he would behave that way, he told me he didn’t think I would love him anymore after the baby is born because I would only be able to love her. How is that for heartbreaking? So I used Simone and Miles to illustrate that my love is not limited to just one — that I have more than enough for both of them and I have more than enough love for both him and his sister. He looked at me and smiled and said, “But you don’t love Simone.” Which is not true, and he knows it!
Anyway, that was a snippet of my week. There’s other stuff, but you get the drift. I’m a broken record at this point, but, man, I will be happy to drink that first postpartum Margarita.
I hope your week was better than mine and that you have some fun weekend plans to look forward to. Happy Friday!