It’s been a crazy week in the space house! I am exhausted and overwelmed. My hopes for relaxing in the future are not really around…

If you are the type that cares to put out a good thought, please think of Lauren. She’s back in for her second of 5 chemo rounds. The last one left her needing a few pints of Cleveland’s finest (blood transfusion to get the platelets back up).

Alos, please keep a good thought out for WhyMommy. She recently found a lump in her breast after asking her doc about issues with her breast.  

Yesterday, I got the kids out to a  playground. They couldn’t agree on which one, so I chose a third. They dealt. The problem is that this particular neighborhood is, well, um, How do you say wealthy and contains some snobby people without over generalizing?

Yes, we were in THAT town. The one where mothers ran the second MY children cried for help. Now, I think after 5 years (or close to 5 years) I know when Soleil needs help and when she wants help. Two different things. I will walk over and talk to her if it is the latter, and RUN if it is the former. In this case, it was the latter. As I stroll over, another mom runs and starts talking, in baby talk, about how "da poor little girl need some help?" I roll my eyes and call "What’s up, babe?" She says "I want to turn around", "ok, so turn around!" "But I want to stay on these ropes!" So I talk her through what to do, not touching her except to correct her left and right (but I thought you meant YOUR right, mommy). Once I was done, I started to walk away and the other mom said "She was begging for help! She really was calling for somebody to help her." I just smiled and kept walking.

A similar thing happened when the girls decided to try the balance beam. A different mom gave me grief for not hold Soleil’s and Luna’s hands, but instead I put my arm out to spot them. I told both of them to jump down if they got scared or started to lose their balance.

 What is it with overprotective parents? Here we are, in a PLAYGROUND, incredibly safe for the standards that I had growing up (Remember the monkey bar houses over concrete? yeah, so do I) and I am supposed to hover? No, I won’t do that. I am trying to let them be. A little freedom can go a long way to helping esteem, confidence and general comfort levels.