The scene: Mealtime at our house
A2 yells about the fact that I accidentally switched the bowls that I usually give to him and his sister. I switch them back and all is good.
N proceeds to spit her milk out all over her clothes, highchair, and the floor—you know, just for fun.
A2 yells again because whatever I've given him to eat is not what he had in mind. Since I can't understand what he actually wants, he continues yelling. And yelling. And yelling.
N shrieks periodically for fun. Who doesn't love a good shrieking?
The older kids surround me while I get dinner ready, asking me questions, tattling on each other, and telling me that they don't think they'll like what I've made.
A2 chucks his cup across the room. Don't you do that when you're done drinking a beverage?
N chucks hers as well, just to be like her brother.
T throws in a few yells, just for good measure.
And my ears begin ringing... again.
In the midst of all this, about ten times or more, N asks me, (yes, N) "You ok, Mom? You ok, Mom? Mom, you ok?" While I am concerned that a two year-old seems to be so attuned to her mother's moods, her constant questions do make me think. Sometimes I realize that yeah, I am ok—not great, but ok. And then other times, I decide that what I really want to do is run far, far away from the noise and sheer madness that is my house.
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6 comments:
you ditch yours and I'll ditch mine and we will run far far away! Oh sometimes those days do drag us down. And embracing the insanity only goes so far at helping through it. Maybe the twins have the answer and we'd all be happier if we chucked our beverages and engaged in intermittent shrieking just because. Hm.
Wait, you're not supposed to randomly shriek and pitch cups across the room? That's what I've been doing for ages. :)
Dinnertime is the bane of my existence. The last night my mom was in town after just such a lovely dinner and even worse bedtime she said, "I don't think the twins memories of their childhood should be of them crying and screaming." I don't think that should have to be MY memories of their childhood either!!!
I LOVE everything you say!! Your blog is just so real and sincere and I have decided that must be the way you are. I read you old post about the days getting shorter and you make me cry! You are GOOD. :)
Thanks for sharing. It made me happy to read this because it is so true, and so funny when you're not directly involed. It's nice to know that motherhood is hard for everyone, (and yet so haliarious at the same time!)
Hey add to that preeeety picture, drilling and banging because your kitchen is STILL being remodeled and eating microwave meals and living out of your dining room... love it..I'm getting ear plugs to wear around the house!!
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