Right now, in this moment, I am having that feeling of being driven straight up the wall by my children. I am ready to tear my hair out with the frustration of how long it takes them to eat, the degree to which they argue about everything, the fact that I am going through the process of getting Vaseline out of clothing again... There are moments when I would happily accept a one-way ticket to just about anywhere but here. My skin is crawling with cabin fever, or something.
I know this feeling is fleeting (thankfully). I know that I might feel this way now, tonight, even tomorrow, but eventually this unrest will be replaced by profound gratitude; with awe that my job right now is to be with these miraculous creatures every day and to witness the wonder of their growing up.
Parenting is a constant ride on that pendulum swinging between joy and madness, gratitude and despair...
I just have to remember to hold on.
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Girl, you are so not alone. I went a little berserk this weekend because N's desk was like something from Hoarders.
What gets me at the moment is how N and G (and my husband) open something up, like a bandage or a slice of cheese, and leave the wrappings on the counter or wherever they happen to land. Like I'm the only one in the house who can see the invisible garbage cans and knows what purpose they serve.
I think part of this is called "So help me god I need a change of seasons." I know it is with me. I desperately need consistently sunnier, warmer weather.
Hugs...
OH I KNOW. Good Lord, I'm about to kill everyone, and they're even SICK and I feel SORRY for them. (Well, a little less so for the husband.) I keep threatening to just burn our germy house down and then hit the road for a warmer climate.
How do you get vaseline out of clothes?
Claustrophobia is my new perfect term. I feel that way often with all the crud weather which seems to be lifting this week. The time it takes to eat is also killing me right now.
You said it, Kelsey! And sorry about the Vaseline again.
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