A New Year

I love when the new year comes. It makes me feel like I can start over today. I was lazy last year. This year I'm going to be motivated. This morning I feel great. The kids are finally off to school again. Yippy! I love my kids, but when they are at school, it gives me time to miss them and appreciate them more. We had a two hour school delay this morning, so Katie and I were working on her science project. I hated science fair projects when I was in school, and my additude hasn't changed. And of course Katie worries about school stuff which is good, but do we really need to get all upset and teary eyed when it's not perfect? How do you tell a kid not to worry about school work so much, but still want them to do good? I can't remember if I was like that. I know I wasn't in High School. Anyway, I told her it's just a project, we still have time, and don't worry so much. She already has straight A+'s. A not perfect project isn't going to hurt her too bad.
Yesterday was a hard day. First, I thought school started. So we got up, and walked to school in the snow because the radio didn't say anything about it being delayed or closed. No buses. Hhmm, that's odd. We walk in and there's some teachers walking around. They said there is no school for kids today, just teachers. Christmas Break doesnt' end until tomorrow. We walk home.
I take the kids to the store. (It's on my list of crap to do.)
Nathan wants in the cart. He's really heavy, but I put him in.....the child seat. Bad idea. He wants out halfway through. Katie has to help me take him out because 1. he's heavy, 2. he doesn't move his legs. He just lets you pull him up and out 3. I'm not tall enough to lift him where his legs clear. So katie is bending his legs to get them through the holes while I am holding him as high as I can.
We walk 5 steps, he touches some stuff, and wants back in the cart. I tell him no because I can't get you back out. And here comes the fit. Haven't seen one is so long. Holding onto the cart, half walking, half dragging his feet. Crying.....nose running.....saliva running from his mouth. (I'm trying to give you the whole embarrising picture) Katie saying eehhhww. "Nathan, wipe your mouth." He wipes his mouth and continues to cry. Now you might think, spank him or something. But spanking doesn't work with Nate. Never has. Standing in a corner is his ultimate punishment. Can't stand it. There are no corners in a grocery store. Can't have him drooling on the food, now can we? Oh, and the looks from people. Wish I had a camera. Anyway, the best part.....we are standing in line, unloading the food, and I'm trying to pull the cart forward to reload the food after it's scanned. Nathan is still holding on for life to the cart. As I pull is forward, slowly, he falls down on his back. Still holding onto the cart with one had out-stretched and crying. I smile at the clerk. I finally pick him up and give him a hug. Poor guy is so frustrated. Katie pushes the cart to the car while I carry Nate, who is now whimpering.
I didn't run any more errands.