Deflated balloon…
Today is one of those days where I start my day as a half full balloon. (Notice I didn’t say half empty?) I have very little air in me to begin with and a lot of fatigue. As the day goes on and I encounter the relentless “Whys?” “Can I have, can I, can I” and “I want it nows!”
More air escapes with the horrible noise that typical balloons make. As unpleasant to my ears are the constant barrage of questions, my responses are even worse to my kids. I don’t like the sound but yet I don’t have the energy to not whine back- “Why can’t you just wait a minute- why? why? why!?” (because I am 2/3 and a minute is like 10 years for me and I am use to you making me a pbj, changing the channel, pouring milk and talking on the phone all at one time. Why is today any different?)
Because, my Precious Little Angel, today, mummy is experiencing one of her oh-so-glorious, daddy-doesn’t-dare-come-home-from-work hormonally imbalanced days and if I hear you screech one more order at me then I will be forced to duck tape you to the couch with Twizzlers shoved in your mouth (they do make a mouth happy, don’t they?) while watching continuous viewings of The Wonder Pets. During which time Mummy will be laying on her bed drinking coffee, trying to get some strength back and watching A Baby Story laughing at the idiots who will soon be in for the rude awakening of what having kids is really like…. if they only new….
Note: Even though no children would actually be harmed in the above-mentioned scenario described, please do not try this at home.
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3 Responses to “Deflated balloon…”
June 29th, 2006 at 1:55 pm
Somebody, Quick! Grab the children! Don’t you love these days??? When you wake up and you swear Satan has half taken over? Where everything you touch drops? Or gets caught on something which causes everything to fall down and then you have a bigger mess all because you refused to let go of the thing that was caught? Yep..I know those days. Had a few myself. Hope it gets better!
~Lyns
June 29th, 2006 at 9:46 pm
One day last week my boyfriend came home to a frazzled and exhausted me, after a day of extreme heat and wrangling a 12-year-old son (his) and a 1 year old daughter (ours) to announce, “You do realize you’re PMSing, don’t you?”
No “Hello, honey, how was your day?” No kiss on the cheek. Just that.
And he couldn’t understand why I wanted to kill him.
Nothing constructive to say other than hang in there. You’re not alone!
July 5th, 2006 at 9:13 pm
I see that we are VERY much in the same place and poking fun at it!
Sometimes I feel like I get too negative on my blog, but really it’s better to write about stress then act on it!
Thanks for visit to my blog, also check out www.tinyhandsri.blogspot.com if you have the chance.
I started a volunteer kids organization and I would LOVE a project that involved a domestic violence shelter. (I noticed you wrote about that on another post.) Let me know if you have any ideas on how kids could volunteer to help with a population like that. They are little, (5-12) so perhaps it’s innapropriate - I’ve just always wanted to do SOMETHING, perhaps help to bring “them” some cheer or perhaps the people at the shelter have kids that we could do something for.
Cheers!