Mid-Day Meltdown
I wonder if I am the only parent faced with the massive problem of having children whose lovely little ears have fallen off and been lost, forgotten and trampled. It seems that no matter how many proclamations, reminders, nudges, orders, requests, sweet similes, etc. that come out of my everloving mouth…they are all ultimately ignored.
I find myself in one of those moments right at this very shred in the day. I’ve got one child next to me refusing to do her math homework and blaming the fact that it isn’t done on me. I’ve got another who has made a huge mess on the kitchen counter complete with stuffed animals, baby dolls, aluminum foil and plastic wrap and decided to walk away and leave it behind for me to find. The math student has an attitude that is expanding faster than a baby’s diaper in a swimming pool (and threatening to be just as explosive) and the artist has retreated to her room for an isolation period.
I think I need to attach a mop to my backside and a container of Lysol wipes on my belt so that when my head spontaneously combusts they will easily be able to access cleaning supplies to sweep the mess under the rug. Even my husband is retreating to the bitter cold of the outdoors to avoid being involved in any of this. It is these moments where I need to remember to breathe and stay calm and it is right here where I find it near impossible.
So, I turned to writing to help me sort out my thoughts and potentially offer an outlet to help me rediscover my Zen. I feel like I’ m going to end up with a novel challenging the likes of ‘War and Peace’ at least as far as length is concerned! When these math problems are done, we are supposed to be making our own poptarts and then I am officially drowning my sorrows in whatever ice cream I find in the freezer. I’ll do an extra three workouts to make up for it. I don’t even care!
So, in this difficult moment…I am grateful for a blog to vomit out my frustrations (ok, that might not be the visual that should accompany gratitude but I’m sort of desperate at this moment), two kids who are constantly challenging me, a blue water bottle, quiet dogs, creative children, long division, math teachers, Sister Catherine (she deserves her own post but she was one of my math teachers), ice cream, and power while much of the country finds themselves without it.