cracks
It was bound to happen; all at once the good will and teamwork broke down and I was left with two tired, overwrought kids I've come to think of as Weepy and Irritated McNeedy.
(Sometimes they are trendy and use my surname, Exhaustion, but I hesitate to hyphenate the two for it would be cumbersome at their new school I imagine.)
There were no groceries purchased this week, save a trip for some produce after swimming lessons, and even swimming couldn't undo the damage.
They cried at every turn, and I lashed out, proving once again that I will not be taking home the mother of the year award.
Even as I snarled, vacuuming before a showing, I knew I was wrong and needed to knock it off. I knew that if I was feeling edgy, so were they.
(And the fish, well, they were nearly frying and I thought of Stuart.)
By Thursday morning, I felt like I was an ad for some messed up energy drink: Seize the Day, now with meth.
I'm happy to report we turned the corner today. I saw some friends and their scrumptious babies this morning. I took a nap before dinner. I have plans that don't involve home improvement, besides some good ol' mopping. I even imagine I'm going to indulge in a little Buffy tonight, nuzzling my good and imperfect kids- we are but a matching set - and we will try to fill the cracks, in a house that heard too little laughter this week.
(Sometimes they are trendy and use my surname, Exhaustion, but I hesitate to hyphenate the two for it would be cumbersome at their new school I imagine.)
There were no groceries purchased this week, save a trip for some produce after swimming lessons, and even swimming couldn't undo the damage.
They cried at every turn, and I lashed out, proving once again that I will not be taking home the mother of the year award.
Even as I snarled, vacuuming before a showing, I knew I was wrong and needed to knock it off. I knew that if I was feeling edgy, so were they.
(And the fish, well, they were nearly frying and I thought of Stuart.)
By Thursday morning, I felt like I was an ad for some messed up energy drink: Seize the Day, now with meth.
I'm happy to report we turned the corner today. I saw some friends and their scrumptious babies this morning. I took a nap before dinner. I have plans that don't involve home improvement, besides some good ol' mopping. I even imagine I'm going to indulge in a little Buffy tonight, nuzzling my good and imperfect kids- we are but a matching set - and we will try to fill the cracks, in a house that heard too little laughter this week.
Comments
Time for an indulgence or two. Be gentle with yourself, 'kay?
Why is it kids cry when we're on the verge of it too? Oh yes, because they're kids and can let all those feelings out. Being a grown up - bleurgh.
Really hope that this week is easier and that someone buys the house right away so you can stop having to live on display. Big hugs
(and we're having a fish day here today... those mother of the year awards are going to be interesting!)