My kids are driving me apeshit this morning – school starts for Bigger One tomorrow… oy. Can’t come fast enough. I’ve been thinking that days like this might be the very thing to drive people towards crack in the first place. Seriously, dudes.
There are points in the day when I feel like checking out of this scene. It may not be for any one particular reason, like the second cup of spilled apple juice in a ten minute span, or watching the baby smear her yogurt-covered face against your freshly washed kitchen window, or begging your five-year-old to please stop running in the house, or consoling a loudly screaming baby who has fallen off the kitchen stool you’ve been warning her against climbing onto over and over again, or knowing the bathroom floor will be ankle-deep in sloshed about water after a game of splash-goes-the-wash-cloth they’re playing in the tub – they just can’t help themselves… lord have mercy.
Sometimes I walk around the house in a bit of a daze, with my fingers pressed firmly at my temples, eyes wide, wandering like I’m a deaf mute, completely ignoring the screaming of someone, over some thing they want but can’t have, like a piece of chocolate in lieu of breakfast, to play with mummy’s nail polish, or use of the step-stool for climbing onto window sills and jumping off… I’ve said NO! about four thousand times already today. Shouted, is more like it.
Crack must be soooo much better. Not that I would ever actually use the stuff (or try it – I mean, please) but I get escapism. Maybe I should have a beer at lunch… no, that’s how it starts. Kids are great, and I love mine to bits (mostly) but they also totally suck sometimes. They are waaaay harshing my mellow today. Le sigh.
Tomorrow is another day. I’ll crank up the music soon and get my groove on, and try to shake off this crappy feeling. Or maybe I’ll just let them play with my staple-gun for a while and see what happens.
G.G.
