This is a 24-7 Gig

So I am quite sure that every parent out there is saying “well, DUH! Meg, of course parenting is a 24-7 gig!” I know, I know – I’ve stated the obvious here. Sometimes I have to step back and remind myself of this, which is what happened today.

We spent the Thanksgiving holiday with my family in Dallas, it was 3 days of non-stop family, food, drinks and fun! This was also a very busy weekend for my 6 year old son…late nights, early mornings and of course tons of time with kids. He had a blast which I am very grateful for but man, today was exhausting!

We made the drive from Dallas back home to Houston late afternoon on Saturday, got home in time to have a late dinner, watch a little TV and then get some sleep. My son even slept in a little this morning – instead of being up before 7am like he usually is on non-school days, he actually slept until after 8am (WOW! I know!) But boy did we hit the ground running this morning! He woke up wanting pancakes and eggs but settled for waffles (thank goodness for Eggo) and eggs. Then as soon as breakfast was done he wanted to play video games, paint, play with silly putty, go to the park, watch TV, play hide ‘n seek, play a board game etc.

I have to say, we crammed alot of activity into one short day. While I did work he painted, we took the dog for a walk, we played Monopoly, watched some TV, read books on the back patio, and played hide ‘n seek. There was plenty of begging and pleading to do even more than that and a good amount of whimpering and pretend crying when he did not get his was at every moment of the day.

Is this an only child thing? I was an only child until age 13, but I don’t remember constantly needing my mothers attention (maybe I did…?) Is this the difference between boys and girls? Or was it just on the heels of an overstimulating weekend, being home with no plans for the first time in three days too much for him to handle?

Regardless of the “reason” behind his need for entertainment today I was reminded that parenting is a 24-7 gig! It’s the greatest most challenging and most rewarding gig on the planet, but damn – sometimes it’s exhausting!

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Mom, Mom, Mom … Mom, did you hear what I said….?


I must have heard this 10 times in what seemed like 5 minutes tonight between dinner and the moments just after. My son, who as usual spent more of dinner time talking than he did eating, was telling me about this or that while I was trying to squeeze in a few minutes of work at my desk as he finished his mac ‘n cheese. Of course I was only 1/3 paying attention to him and 2/3 paying attention to my work, and he knew it. I’m quite sure once (maybe twice), he said “mom, are you even listening to me?”

Ouch! My six-year-old knows I’m only partially paying attention to him.

Instead of taking a step back at that moment and putting my work aside, I made a quick whip to him about how I’ve heard him say “mom, mom, mom mooooom,” a tone of times since dinner started and then continued to tell him how he needs to finish his dinner. This routine went on for some time before it was decided that he was no longer hungry and “finished” with his dinner.

So off he went to play in his room, and I went back to my desk after cleaning up his dinner plate (I know, I know, I should have made him do it. But, I was frustrated and at that point it was easier for me to clean-up his plate than to hear him complain about having to do it. Yes, parenting fail (said sarcastically), it’s a good thing I have never claimed to be a perfect parent!) So … I’m back at my desk trying to get some work done and after 5-10 minutes it hit me like a ton of bricks!

My precious little boy just wanted to talk to me, about whatever was on his mind, and I was too distracted to notice it. Sure, my work is important it’s what supports my family but, so is my son. I got right up and went into his bedroom and what happened next is the “happy ending” to my story.

He was already lying down in bed, not because he was sad, because his daycare is centered around activity and does an excellent job of keeping him on the move during the day (and sure maybe we ate dinner a little late tonight … again I am so not a perfect parent). He looked at me and said he was tired, so I started getting him ready for bed. I snuggled with him to give hugs and kisses as part of our nightly routine, as we were talking I noticed he had done a horrible job of brushing his teeth – and of course I called him out on it. So what did my kid do? He blew in my face further illustrating to me that he had done a horrible job and I couldn’t help but start laughing hysterically! As I’m saying “eeeeewwwww” you need to do a better job of brushing your teeth, we’re both laughing out loud.

I got him settled down. Told him I love him and said good-night. I hope that tonight while I cannot erase what happened earlier, he will go to sleep thinking happy thoughts about sharing a laugh with mommy.