Posted by
Colleen
March 16, 2010
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Sometimes I like to mess with David’s head, because — well — just because I can. Is it mean? Maybe. Is it fun? Definitely!
“Mommie what day is it?”
“Monday.”
“Is it tomorrow?”
“No. It’s today.”
“But yesterday you said it would be tomorrow. When is tomorrow?”
“Tuesday.”
“So when it’s Tuesday, it will be tomorrow.”
“No, then Tuesday will be today. Tomorrow will be Wednesday.”
“Mommie, you don’t understand what I’m asking. I want to know what day is tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow never comes, because it’s always today.”
“Agh! Mommie! Never mind.”
Posted by
Colleen
March 15, 2010
I don’t want to be here today.
I didn’t want to be here Sunday or Saturday either.
The last few days it’s been an effort to be Mom.
I don’t want to change another diaper. I don’t want to figure out what to feed the boys. I don’t want to wash bottles, or play hide and seek.
I don’t really even want to blog.
You know what I want to do?
I want to lay on the couch, and watch hours of reality TV repeats on Bravo. Uninterrupted.
When I worked in an office before I had kids, there were days I didn’t want to be at work. Even if you love your job, it happens.
I could “phone it in” at the office. My job was mostly self-directed. So if I was tired, or distracted I kept busy with some mindless task like scanning (That was way back in 2004 when photos still came printed on paper) and processing new product photos in Photoshop. I pointed and clicked, eyes glazed over, my mind somewhere else. Eventually the clock hit five, and I went home.
If I really, really didn’t want to be a work, I called in sick and played hookie.
Mom can’t call in sick. I’m already at work when I wake up in the morning.
Mom can’t “phone it in”. Children must be dressed, feed, supervised, entertained lest the the house be turned upside down, or worse, someone gets hurt. Their needs don’t stop just because I’m having a bad day.
Being Mom doesn’t end when the clock strikes five. Mom doesn’t even get a lunch break.
Most of the time I enjoy being Mom.
But the last three days I’ve just had enough.
Every time I hear, “Mooooom!” I want to pull my hair out. I long for nap time to come, and dread the sounds of waking children an hour or two later.
Right now it’s overcast, and I’m hoping that it’s raining when the boys wake up, so we don’t have to go outside to play.
I don’t know the cause of my melancholy.
The kids aren’t being uncooperative. I’m not overly tired. My husband is helpful and supportive as always. I’m not stressed.
When I have days like this I pray.
A lot.
Sometimes minute by minute just to get from one moment to the next.
“Lord, help me get through the day. Help me not lose it during Candy Land, because the kid won’t follow the rules. Help me find the will to make dinner. Help me find the pacifier so the baby will stop crying. Please let Spongebob be on so David will sit still and be quiet for 20 minutes.”
Maybe this is His way of drawing me closer. Teaching me to rely on Him.
I don’t know.
I do know I made it through Saturday and Sunday. I’m halfway through today. Tomorrow, I think, will be better.
I’m already feeling a little better.
Blogging is nothing, if not therapeutic.
And the praying helps too.
But I’m still wishing for that rain.
Photo used under Creative Commons License.
Posted by
Colleen
March 11, 2010
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Posted by
Colleen
March 10, 2010
Recent events that earned me points toward the Mother of the Year Award
1. Five year old David swallowed a marble. While I was in the room with him.
2. Nine month old Wade fell off the bed. While I was in the room with him.
Don’t worry. They’re both fine.
Me?
I think I need to take a parenting class.
Posted by
Colleen
March 10, 2010
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Posted by
Colleen
March 9, 2010
After the lazy, relaxing day we had on Sunday celebrating our anniversary, our peaceful little bubble burst as soon as Dave and I walked in the front door with the boys.
Immediately we flew into action getting bedtime under way. We divided up the children, Dave in one room with David while I was in another with Wade.
That’s the good thing about having just two. You still have a 1:1 ratio.
Dave and I passed briefly in the hallway, I in search of a pacifier, he looking for a teddy bear. Items both important to completing the bedtime routine.
“What a difference. Kids — no kids,” Dave said to me as we rushed past each other.
Bedtime, the result of which is silence. However the process of bedtime is anything but.
There are PJs to put on, one last bottle to give, teeth to brush, stories to read, songs to sing. Often it’s all punctuated by whining, and sometimes crying. Or laughter and shrieks from an over-stimulated, over-tired child.
Bedtime is a lot of work for the parents.
We eventually got everyone settled into bed, much later than on a regular night. We went back to the couch, and watched the movie we rented earlier that evening.
The movie ended, and just as we were ready to go to sleep Wade woke up. Something was bothering him, and we didn’t get Wade or ourselves back to bed until 1:30 that morning.
Dave was right. What a contrast our quiet day alone was to our hectic night of parenting. Just hours before we were lounging carefree on the couch lamenting that we didn’t know what to do. There’s no question of what to do when the kids are around. Just a question of what needs to be done first.
Posted by
Colleen
March 9, 2010
Dave and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary yesterday, and the day simply confirmed what I already knew. We are the two most exciting people on the planet.
Or not.
Dave got up with the boys, and had them fed, bathed, dressed and ready to pack off to Grandma’s house while I slept in. For which I want to say a heart-felt thank you to him. It was nice to sleep a little longer, and wake up to all that taken care of.
Dave accomplished it all before 9 a.m. I can’t even finish my coffee before nine. Maybe I should go to work, and he should stay home.
We dropped the boys off, and picked up breakfast and brought it home. The plan was that we would eat, get ourselves showered, dressed up and head out to do something fun.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
The conversation went on like that for a while. We each made suggestions, but they were met with answers like, “I don’t want to drive that far. I don’t want to be gone that long. 7 pm? Are you crazy? That’s too late!”
Then while I was looking up movies to go see, Dave fell asleep.
I knew he was tired. I’d slept in, so I let him take a nap.
Dave woke up, and we had a similar conversation.
“You know, just thinking about going out makes me tired.”
Finally, I decided we needed to make better use of our child-free time. So we got ourselves ready, and drove a whole 40 minutes away to a restaurant for dinner.
40 minutes.
I know, right?
It was exhausting.
It was also four in the afternoon when we went to dinner. Isn’t that what old retired folks in Boca do?
Since the night was so young that it hadn’t started yet when we finished dinner, we drove to a coffee house.
I didn’t even drink the coffee I’d ordered because, “I”ll be up all night.”
Livin’ on the edge people. Livin’ on the edge.
Dragging our lazy selves to a movie theater was too much work, so we rented a movie then picked up the boys.
The day was uneventful, but it was restful.
We actually had whole conversations that went uninterrupted.
Quiet days are few around here.
