When I decided to participate in this 31 Day Challenge, it was very late in the evening on September 30, just hours before the Challenge began. I hadn't begun to even brainstorming how I was going to write everyday for 31 days. I even knew when I picked my topic, 31 Days of Boy Stuff, that despite having been surrounded by boys for nearly 12 years, I still was going to struggle.
And then what was already a trying situation with my preschooler became incredibly difficult over the weekend. Honestly, it's wearing me out and wearing me down. It's so overwhelming to love someone so much and to sometimes struggle to be in the same room with them. I mean, it's my son. My silly, funny, goofy, sweet son. The same kid who will give you his last piece of candy. The same kid who saves the last cupcake for Daddy when he gets home from work. The same kid who will give you his favorite car when you're playing together.
But it's the same kid who can be so angry and so aggressive that it breaks my heart. And I'm tired. Homeschooling, working, Scouts, the house, the other cool kiddos that live here....I'm pulled in a million directions when really my littlest fella just wants 100% of my attention 100% of the time and will do anything he can think of to get it.
So I stopped writing. You actually aren't going to notice it because I'm going to backdate this post and write yesterday's and today's post as this day progresses. But I know. I know that it was a 31 Day Writing Challenge and at Day 7, I stopped writing.
I stopped writing because I have a million things to say but they all end up in one place...is something wrong with my son?