The boys (D7, W5 and J3) have been with us almost 2 months. Life has been remarkable in the true craziness of stress and change, but we are surviving.
Last Friday, my brain shut down. I mean seriously, dizzy, freaked and I can't do this anymore shut down. I wept and collapsed in my room, scared and exhausted. I had to have E call my hubby home from work. It was horrible. He came right down the mountain, and just began to pray and hold me, while I cried like a baby. I had been trying to keep everyone "happy" organized and busy. I had run out of energy and ideas, and crumpled like a rag doll. Taco Bell was decided for dinner, and a family meeting of the highest kind was called for after the young boys were tucked in.
The conversations that took place still today blow me away. I admitted my weakness, and Eric had the best ideas, and brought up the BIG fact that I was sucking at communicating. Mom, if you are feeling stressed, tell us. DUH DUH moment. We were all doing our own thing, and no one was communicating what we were doing, but getting upset, when someone else interrupted our plans. We came up with some key words:
This is not taking charge, but a casual eye when the young boys are engaged in an activity. This took a big load off my older kids.
I was wanting them to partake in the activity on a constant basis, but it was driving me insane, and the kids too. I had gotten out my handy dandy white board and schedules and EGADS I was pushing our whole family to the brink of pure nuts!
The other was communicate, with actual words. For example. I needed one hour to do bills, reconcile checkbook and write out menu for grocery shopping. I didn't tell anyone, I said, please watch the kids. That translated to okay, I will keep an eye on them, and then I wound up losing my mind. But, now I say, I am going into my room, to fold clothes, but am available.
The last part is pure genius, so you know that Eric came up with it.