Coming Up Roses



Me loving my girl






Squeezing my boy

So far I have painted a rosey picture of our life here at the Lane household, but we are only human and sometimes we get grouchy and tired and need a break from each other.  Yes I am including myself when I say we and I might really be talking about myself here.  My boy has been getting up anywhere between 4:45 and 6:00  for two weeks now and I think today was the day when I just needed a lot of alone time. By the time 4:00 rolled around today I was pretty much done and I still had at least 5 hours before my oldest went to bed.  Suddenly when I get to this kind of tired I don't really even want to be touched; simple questions feel like I have just been asked to clean the house and put together a meal for the entire neighborhood and then come up with entertainment for them.  The only thing that can fix something like this is alone time, it is as simple as that.  Alone time for me includes me doing pretty much whatever I want and really a whole lot of nothing when it comes right down to it.   I find myself telling everyone near me that I am tired and grouchy and I find myself repeating this a lot.  I say it so much that my girl nicknames me grouchy pants, but tonight she made a funny and called me grouchy shorts.  Yes I am tired but I haven't completely lost my sense of humor.  But I want it to be known that I am tired and grouchy so that nothing will be expected of me, nothing like finding that lost item that I have never seen but I should know where it is.  So here I am staying up just so I can enjoy some alone time.  I am not the only one in the family that requires alone time, my girl and my boy both require it.  My girl during band camp would go to her room and eat her snacks for lunch just so she could have a moment of silence before the next activity and E he is notorious for wanting to be left alone.  This week though is different he has joined me in the kitchen and wants me to sit at the table while he eats, or just be in the same room he is in.  There was a time in his life that we longed for this kind of interaction from him.  We used to have to get right in front of him and hope for eye contact, but not anymore.  He is a budding little social butterfly in training.  So today I am tired but tomorrow is a new day and I will be all better and ready to squeeze my girl until she screams that she needs to get away and I will gladly make another pizza for my boy from scratch and watch him eat it with such pleasure.  So when everything is coming up roses here at our house, just know that we are not perfect.