Observation

You know, I love my kids. 

They are beautiful and fascinating and funny and smart and fun. 

But they're kids, and they can wear on a person. 

And that person would be me. 

And there are days when I think if I hear another ridiculous shrieky squabbly "he - no, she - no, he - no, she"-fest I will just gouge my ear drums with sharpened popsicle sticks. 

And I make this known. 

And for a while, there is silence, peace, and harmony. 

And then I hear the soft but intense tones of a dispute over something - who had that book first...who gets to play with spiderman...who gets to hold the remote...who gets to sit on the couch. 

And then it builds...and builds...and soon I hear it - a high-pitched, primal, animal-with-its-leg-in-a-trap screechy, eye-popping scream that threatens to weave into my head through one ear, chew up what's left of my brain and then scoot out the other ear. 

And I take a breath so I can holler effectively at the kids --

And then I realize that this horrible sound is actually coming from me.

Who is this crazy lady I see in my mirror? 

And why do her eyes spin in opposite directions like that?

And when was the last time she had her eyebrows waxed? 

Too long ago.

Comments

[ell]

I almost feel guilty laughing so hard at your plight, but you made it sound very amusing--which I'm betting you did on pourpose. I'm sure your mother told you that there'd be days like this when you became a stay at home mom;^)

[Jayne]

Oh I definitely wanted it to sound amusing. Because really, it is pretty amusing.

And no - my mother never said a thing about days like this - apparently my sister and I were perfect and trouble-free. Either that or she's a patient and cagey woman who wanted a good laugh at me later in life. We all have rather warped senses of humor in this bloodline!

[Mom]

Really ?? !!!!!

[Kathi]

I so understand what you're talking about! I think all of us mothers do.