I ask, "Do you want PBJ or a turkey wrap for lunch?" They don't hear me because they're discussing play dough. I ask again, louder. Riley answers. I grab Claire's cheeks and force her to watch my lips move. She answers. I tackle Kate while she bounces off the wall (actually, she was practicing her balance beam walk across the skinny counter space in front of the kitchen sink), and finally get her answer. I make the lunch.
Kate stabs hers and Claire's wraps with a straw so that the ranch oozes out. Claire changes her order to a pbj. Kate begs to change her order and I won't let her. All this time Lola is eating leaves and paper (I guess she loves the texture of these things because that's always what she goes for) and yelling "MehMeh!" (That's Mommy). I get lunch made, get Lola in what I think is a safe and happy playing environment, and then I think, "Everything is running smoothly and it might just continue this way for 90 seconds." I run to escape to a relaxing place outside of this world. Facebook. Ah, sometimes you just need to get away. Shannon said a funny thing. Al said a sweet thing. It's like my sisters are right here with me.
Someone screams and I jump back to reality, run to the dining room and decide to stay in this world for a bit, because I really do love it and it's good for me to be in it. Eventually the little girl lunchtime chatter escalates, they forget their lunch, and are playing a running/screaming game. It's like hide-and-seek, only if Kate finds you she wipes her snot on you.
I declare it nap time for Kate and Lola. Kate hides behind the drier. My lunch time coffee is in my veins now. I feel my mommy power coming back. I dig her out from behind the drier...
Now they're both in bed. I feel the need to communicate with the outside world, so here I am, and that's all I have to tell you. Nothing brilliant; no life lessons I've learned of late. This is all I've got and sometimes I feel like it's all my brain is made of.
Well anyway, if I'm going to get anything else done this is my chance. Kate is finally asleep.
And I would hate it if this post makes anyone think I'm not in love with my kids, because, my goodness, I am. I just need some blogging therapy sometimes, and hopefully it's a little entertaining. :)
5 comments:
Of course it's entertaining. Thanks you for your chaos.:)
Amanda you are an awesome mom...there is chaos all around and your girls still have a choice of what to eat for lunch...thats love:)
I'm right there with you in more ways than one :) I love my children and my escape to facebook world. I'm wondering what my life would look like back in those little house on the prairie days with no tv and no computer and grinding the wheat to make the bread and stoking the fire to cook the evening stew and so on and so forth. Our lives are chaotic with all our conveniences - I wonder if I would be more or less tired and stressed back then than I am now... hmmm.
Oh my word, and yes, it is entertaining, glad you have blog therapy :)
For sure the mold is very bad! It's affecting me badly so far, and they have been less than helpful. If they do not fix it, 100%, I will break the lease and they had better let me out. But I'm praying it won't come to that!
Thanks for your entertaining story. It let me escape my little world for a moment :-)
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