Ok, the old “punkin head” in this scenario is me, and I have been in need of a bit of a break from some of those daily duties, that it often feels like only I can carry out around here.

Today my husband is taking our five year old along on her Daisy troop field trip to a local pumpkin patch, and I got to come home for some peace and quiet! Well...I still had two kids in tow, but trust me the two of them is a break when you are familiar with the anxiety driven behavior of my five year old. I only hope she and dear Dad make it home in one piece (along with any pumpkins they might pick.)

Although she has been better since the introduction of flaxseed oil and vitamin B-complex to her diet, my five year old was up to some of her usual behaviors last night. Emotionally I was feeling very, very drained. Sometimes feeling like I just can’t seem to get through to her at all, no matter how hard I try. Last night when I found myself in tears with a screaming, anxious, angry, child in my lap, I honestly believed that the limits of my compassion for my middle daughter had bottomed out. It’s not a good feeling, and then I still found myself needing to blog. Hey at the very least I had some material for today, right?

It might seem like the smallest of things, but I decided that today would be (mostly) for ME! I dropped kids off at school (all three!) And was on my way to the local Starbucks for a yummy carmel frappucchino, ummm. I did a little shopping, with real money, not just my usual penniless window variety, and then I retrieved my son from preschool. A bit more shopping, lunch, and a visit to the park later and I was getting my older daughter from school and on my way home. I seem to recall my friend Coley recommending retail therapy for lifting your mood, and I have to agree that is does have it’s benefits.

This evening has been heaven, and I have enjoyed not having to contend with the hysterical tirades that my little Cierra is known for. I really do hope she and Dad had a great time at the pumpkin patch, and I also kind of hope she will be asleep when they get home.

Sometimes I suppose you do just have to get away from awhile to recharge. While I am thankful to have a few moments where I do not have to deal with the non-stop difficult behaviors of my middle child, I admit a part of me feels badly for enjoying getting away from her for a day. I wonder if my enjoyment makes me a bad Mom in some way.

I think another carmel frappucchino tomorrow will take care of that feeling for me.

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