{"id":11696,"date":"2016-01-25T12:24:19","date_gmt":"2016-01-25T18:24:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=11696"},"modified":"2016-01-26T13:10:35","modified_gmt":"2016-01-26T19:10:35","slug":"parenting-in-the-trenches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2016\/01\/parenting-in-the-trenches\/","title":{"rendered":"Parenting in the Trenches"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Last\u00a0week we finally celebrated Timothy’s birthday, one month late,\u00a0with his friends at an arcade. I baked\u00a0some cupcakes just\u00a0minutes before his friends arrived. I was thankful for the arcade. It was a redemption from Timothy’s frustration and a compensation for my lack of the fun gene in my DNA.<\/p>\n

I had a mouth full of ulcers last week and these cankers were\u00a0bad enough to put me to bed for about a day. Richard ran to the store for milk. The next day when I was feeling better, I bought milk before checking the refrigerator. When I got home from the store, I discovered that we had a combined total of 11 gallons of milk. Ha!<\/p>\n

I received an email from the piano teacher asking me to monitor my\u00a0child’s piano practice better. I don’t know how I am going to do that.<\/p>\n

I gave my gray stocking hat to one of my sons who was sledding with friends. I watched him tuck it into his pocket rather than put it on his head as he walked away from me.\u00a0Now the hat is missing.<\/p>\n

I tried to register Daniel for EFY summer camp only to discover that we had lost and forgotten his passwords to get into the site. I called and waited on hold for an hour, and was\u00a0scolded by the operator for my attempts to get around my lost password problem. “You shouldn’t have done that. Now it will take more time to\u00a0fix it.” And later, “Oh, I’ll just register you myself,” she said with a sigh. “Thank you!” I said, genuinely grateful. Exhaustion had set in and I was docile as a lamb.<\/p>\n

There was a prescription\u00a0which took two days to acquire for one of the boys, including a trip to the doctor and 3 trips to the pharmacy. The clerk at the pharmacy was so helpful. I felt like she really understood, and\u00a0I was so thankful.<\/p>\n

We arrived at church separately, as usual, because of meetings, and we couldn’t find one another. Richard saved a place for me and I saved a place for him. We sat apart for a good portion of church before Richard found us.<\/p>\n

I was late in renewing the\u00a0library books again. It’s a good thing I am taking another violin student next month to help fund my forgetfulness. And the books aren’t even that good. They are fact books about Utah.<\/p>\n

I took Mark to a book store during a lunch break and the clerk asked me why he wasn’t in school. It seemed odd to me that she was worried about his education. I was buying a stack of books for him!\u00a0I just smiled and reassured her. In my mind I chanted, “I’m a good parent, I am a good parent, I am a good parent.”<\/p>\n

And my definition of a good parent is someone who keeps trying, day after day, through all the challenges…and fun…and adventure.<\/p>\n

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Last\u00a0week we finally celebrated Timothy’s birthday, one month late,\u00a0with his friends at an arcade. I baked\u00a0some cupcakes just\u00a0minutes before his friends arrived. I was thankful for the arcade. It was a redemption from Timothy’s frustration and a compensation for my lack of the fun gene in my DNA. I had a mouth full of ulcers … Continue reading Parenting in the Trenches<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,20,5,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11696","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adventurous-kids","category-life-according-to-angela","category-marriage","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11696","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11696"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11696\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11715,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11696\/revisions\/11715"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11696"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11696"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11696"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}