I was going to take the kids to every amusement-type place we could find that was close and not outrageously expensive. We were going to play at the park multiple times a week. We were going to be creative every day, with lots of coloring and gluing and cutting. The TV was going to be a once-in-a-while concept, not an everyday, multiple-times-a-day thing.
After being in this parenting gig for four years, and a stay-at-home mom for almost two, you’d think I wouldn’t still be as delusional as I am.
As a single mother of four boys, 34-year-old Angela Johnson finds strength through teaching and fitness.
A second-grade teacher at Lakewood Elementary School, she earned a teaching degree, graduating with honors, while going through a divorce.
Her inspiration to become a teacher was two-fold. Her own children inspired her and she wanted to change the lives of other children. That goal is more difficult to achieve than she imagined, but so far it’s been a rewarding career, she said.
My husband, Chuck, and I pack our suitcases, hop in the Town and Country, and plug in the GPS even when we know where we’re going to visit friends in Tennessee or family in Georgia, Virginia and now South Carolina.
Now that there’s just two of us, we no longer have to do the hyper-planning we once did to make sure we had enough non-perishable, non-messy snacks and things to do to keep small boys occupied. Those were the days before every vehicle with children on board was equipped with twin DVD players showing SpongeBob or favorite Disney movies.
I have to ask myself often what is it that really gets under my skin. With me being me, there are many things that make my list of pet peeves. I will not go into all of them for it might make me appear perfect, which I am not.
The first would have to be hearing a mom say to her child or children, “I’m going to tell your father on you when he gets home.”
Karen Blaiklock’s job with Hardin Memorial Health centers on health education and illness prevention for Hardin Countians. Her passion has led to a role with the board of the Louisville affiliate of Susan G. Komen for the Cure.
Last week my in-laws took the kids to the zoo. And I think it’s the longest I’ve been by myself in at least two years, probably more.
It’s a weird feeling.
I spent days looking forward to it and writing down stuff I hoped to accomplish. My to-do list was longer than it had any right to be. I’d written things like “clean out closets, upstairs and down,” “make squash compote,” “clean baseboards” and, most importantly, “write column.”