I worked hard over the weekend, spending an entire day at my dining room table, so I'd be all set for this week and then I walked out of the house yesterday morning and forgot the bag that had most of my things in it. Luckily, the effort of planning it all out made me remember my plans and I was able to teach my lessons, but all of the things I'd organized for copies and such were at home!
And then I get the call of doom from the office.
The Girl, who had be complaining about an itchy head that morning...The Girl, whose head I'd checked, but frankly, had no clue what I was looking for, had head lice.
The same child for whom I'd skipped the Back To School haircut, so her hair now hits her at the small of her back.
The same child who has somewhere in the neighborhood of 352 stuffed animals in her room.
The one that had crawled into MY bed somewhere in the wee hours of the night before and shared MY pillows.
Yup, that one! Why could it not have been her brother??? ~ Which consequently, it was by the end of the night!
Lawn Boy offered to help by taking The Boy to football so I could get a handle on everything at home. At first I said "No thank you," because I've been on my own for 7 years. I could handle this. Plus, and more importantly to me, taking my child to practice is something a father would do. It's something no other man, save for my father and brother-in-law, has ever done for my children.
It is a very big deal.
As I got dinner on the table, I realized there was JUST.NO.WAY. I could do it all and I accepted the help, but this, while it seems miniscule, is a HUGE step for my family, because now he is doing things for my children and they know it. I am scared THEY will get hurt. I find myself on the precipice of realizing that if I want someone in my life, I am going to have to let them into my children's too...eventually...I'm not sure how I feel about all that... about him being more to them then just another friend we get together with for cookouts on the weekends who sometimes comes to mow the lawn.
It's one thing to allow myself to get hurt. It's another to put my children in a place where THEY can be hurt!