What doesn't send you to the loony bin makes you stronger
I think I'm doing pretty good. Not as a wife or mother, but in keeping sane. Yesterday I had one of those This is What I Do All Day days and I held it together, almost coasted.
In the morning there was a 7.8 tantrum by a 4-year-old followed by an extended time-out right before school.
At the coffee shop play area G managed to make three kids cry before I finally decided that sipping tea wasn't so relaxing after all.
At home G pooped on a rug.
Just as I started cooking dinner G dumped a watering can filled with mud onto the kitchen floor.
While washing hands in the bathroom the kids knocked a glass onto the tile. Of course everyone was barefoot and the dinner pots were boiling over, so I rushed around keeping bare feet from broken glass, cleaning it up, and minding dinner at the same time.
And what was for dinner? Spaghetti. Well now I was just asking for it.
Just to keep things interesting, I tried making myself a salad (I don't like spaghetti) while the kids made a mess of their noodles. G needed help, so while feeding her I burnt my pine nuts in the toaster oven. Twice. Do you know how much pine nuts cost?
To top it off, it was R's running night, so I was solo putting the kids to bed.
Through it all I maintained composure (mostly). I don't know if it's because I'm finally getting used to this SAHM gig or because I have things to look forward to or because these kinds of days only come once or twice a week instead of every day like they used to. Whatever it is, I hope it means I'm building up an immunity to insanity. That can only be to my benefit as the years creep up.
In the morning there was a 7.8 tantrum by a 4-year-old followed by an extended time-out right before school.
At the coffee shop play area G managed to make three kids cry before I finally decided that sipping tea wasn't so relaxing after all.
At home G pooped on a rug.
Just as I started cooking dinner G dumped a watering can filled with mud onto the kitchen floor.
While washing hands in the bathroom the kids knocked a glass onto the tile. Of course everyone was barefoot and the dinner pots were boiling over, so I rushed around keeping bare feet from broken glass, cleaning it up, and minding dinner at the same time.
And what was for dinner? Spaghetti. Well now I was just asking for it.
Just to keep things interesting, I tried making myself a salad (I don't like spaghetti) while the kids made a mess of their noodles. G needed help, so while feeding her I burnt my pine nuts in the toaster oven. Twice. Do you know how much pine nuts cost?
To top it off, it was R's running night, so I was solo putting the kids to bed.
Through it all I maintained composure (mostly). I don't know if it's because I'm finally getting used to this SAHM gig or because I have things to look forward to or because these kinds of days only come once or twice a week instead of every day like they used to. Whatever it is, I hope it means I'm building up an immunity to insanity. That can only be to my benefit as the years creep up.
posted by Anne at 9:22 AM
6 Comments:
Poor Ang!...We should have gotten together for wine and champers! Feel better knowing I was across the lake in Kirkland beating my head against the wall - enduring seemingly thousands of poopy dipes (the lovely runny greenish kind), general SASS and a question every 5seconds (do wolves eat people?). Syd got into the toilet (gross), emptied and SHREDDED an entire box of Kleenex (possibly ate some too)and then chowed on some dog food, and then bit me when I tried to get it out of her mouth. When Jeff announced he was going running when he got home, I almost launched into the Ugly Cry but I was just too blasted angry. (Note, he was out of town ALL of last week)
When he finally got home from his run (after I had done both baths) he proceeded to get Syd all riled up before bed, then couldn't figure out why she HOWLED when he put her down. Then he asked me "Are you mad".
No, by then, I was just clinically insane.
I calmly sat down, watched the New Adventures of Old Christine (have you seen? It's hilarious) and laughed my Ass off and felt much better.
Yes, it's all about getting stronger.
Have fun at Sacred Yoga!
Sorry, I always leave ridiculously long comments. Am I fired?
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Yikes, Angie, sorry! The bad days can be SO bad!
Wow, I really don't miss those days. Teenagers have their own issues, but the preschool years are tough.
If it makes you feel any better, when I got home from shopping today, I discovered that our lab, Bailey, had made herself at home on my side of the bed (lots of telltale black hairs everywhere). She had also raided the litter box and left a present on the stairs.
Sometimes, my dogs are like toddlers. Only hairier.
WOW.
I know, truly, that this wasn't intended to be funny. You sounded both exasperated and (perhaps?) slightly amused in retrospect (especially with the 'asking for it' spaghetti comment).
G is a son, right? He pooped on the rug? Or dog? (Sorry, sorry, I'm not entirely clear on the family just yet.)
Well, neighbor and I may do some wine and cheese tasting tonight so drop on by. (p.s. No need to bring the jellied loaf.)
Angie, I have to say that sounded like one HELL of a suck day. Sorry :)
Thanks for all the support, guys! Today was better. :-)
Amy: I'm so glad you can relate. Sometimes you just need to hear that you're not the only one. I love your long comments. You're promoted.
Bev: I actually prefer kid poop over animal poop. Smells cuter or something. When our cat was in her last year she did enough old-cat poops in the house to make me swear off non-caged pets forever.
RE: Thanks for the invite. In retrospect (and after all has been cleaned up) it is amusing. If I don't see at least some humor in these days I'm doomed. G = Gigi, who's currently potty training.
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