***Warning- This post is kinda’ long***
I have a problem. Someone reading may not think so because it seems like a cut and dry situation; but it is not because there are children involved.
Here’s the story: My house is the house on the block that mostly all the children come to. A couple of years ago when Sam & Dakota were young, we had a computer lab, a pool table and an air hockey table in our garage. So, kids from all over the neighborhood knew our house. It was fantastic- a house full of children. It was the perfect situation.First and foremost, I knew what kids my children were playing with. Secondly, I knew where my children were at all times- at home.
In the beginnig it was really fun. But, after a while, it begin to wear on me because some of the children were not well trained. I would have to keep telling then not to put their foot on this or don’t walk around my house eating, etc. It just became more than I wanted to deal with. Anyway, some left, some stayed.
Fast forward a couple of years to David & Phillise and the neighborhood kids coming over. It’s pretty much the same situation. The only thing is that I am always hosting, while the other parents do not. They don’t want to be bothered. They want their sleep.
That’s where the problem begins.What about me? What about when I don’t feel like being bothered? What about when I want to sleep?
When Sam & Dakota were younger, I was a housewife. I didn’t have an outside job. Taking care of them was my job. I didn’t have even have Phillise back then. So, I didn’t require a lot of sleep. Well, with all of the stuff I have on my plate now, I do! That’s why hosting all the time has become a problem. When I want a break from my children, I don’t have anywhere to send them.
I don’t want to act funny or anything, but I am tired of hosting all the time. I want someone else to. This situation no longer suits me. However, I know that the other parents are not going to change. That’s why sometimes I don’t even let the children in the house. I know that they’re going to be loud and rambunctious as children are. But when I don’t let them in I feel like a Scrooge. I feel like I’m taking it out on the children.
Don’t get me wrong. I am a very giving person. I love to help people. Sometimes I will help someone to my own detriment. I will help someone even when I know that they don’t have my best interest at heart. I thought that I was being the bigger person for being able to do that, but now I don’t.
I have had time to think and reflect and have decided that I feel like a doormat. I am beginning to look at thing from a different perspective. I need some give and take. At this point, it is all give/give on my side, and take/take from their side. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to feel like I’m punishing the kids, but I need sleep too. Help! What would you do?