Weeks (or months) ago, I was lamenting to my friend, R, that I could never get anything else done at home. "How do you do it?" I asked her, and she told me that I should learn to let go and not hover so much.
When he was climbing that fence last night, his Dad and I were having a discussion...
- that, maybe, we shouldn't be encouraging his climbing
- that, maybe, we should flick him or raise our voice to show him that it's forbidden
But we thought he was cute and we let him climb. More importantly, we decided that it was best that he be able to practice and gain confidence while we're there to supervise and make sure that he does not hurt himself because he will surely find other ways and opportunities to climb and I'd rather that he be more stable when he attempts it by himself.
In any case, here I am,
lamenting stating the fact that I still won't be able to do any housework in the near future. I figure, we could live in a disorderly house but if something happens to my son while I'm cleaning the house ? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.
My dream is that when I'm back working and we have the added income, we should hire a nanny or a housekeeper to help out.