Now, I'm going to sound like a wretched mother here. And I'll just have to own it. Yes, I am a wretched mom today. Bitty has had a couple of weeks off of school and I'll just say that I can't WAIT for school to start. Sometimes Bitty is the master of the onslaught. She talkstalkstalkstalks with lots of screeching and yodeling and meowing. Add that to constnat bouncing, kissing, twirling and crashing into your legs. Plus the questions. I don't even want to get into the questions. Okay, it can be darling, actually, briefly. Then I start to feel like someone (Bitty) is slamming a cymbal on my head over and over as per Tom and Jerry and I just need a little break. Is that so wrong? We had a Costco run today and by the time we got home I was silently gritting my teeth and holding Bundle above my head out of Bitty-arm's reach. (See? Wretched.) Then I had a sudden stroke of genius and told Bitty that mommy needed some quiet time so she, Bitty, could take any toy she wanted into her room, shut the door, and she had to play quietly for one hour. It actually worked for about 15 minutes until I heard her crying for me, banging on the door and jiggling the doorknob as quickly as she could. I went in to remind her about quiet time when she asked me this very awesome question:
"Mommy, do you want to see what happened in my underpants?"
I guess that trumps quiet time by a long shot.
7 comments:
You are not a wretched mother. Just normal! We all need our quiet time to be sane. I'm just sorry yours was cut short by such a question. Sorry, but I am laughing out loud.
I'm sorry to laugh, but at least I'm laughing with you (I think) rather than at you. Alone time is something I dream of. There are days I can't wait for the older kids to get home just so Duffy can share all of her words with someone else. Onslaught is a good word. The phrase around here is, "having small children is like being pecked to death by ducklings." No sharp piercing, end it quickly pain, just a very slow painful wearing down... If you are a wretched mother, I can't even begin to think of what I am. One day soon they will be grown and gone then you and I can go to lunch!
No wonder I didn't get a phone call about the zoo today.
So, if you're a wretched mom... I must be a wretched friend... cuz I'm gigglin' here :)
i'm really not laughing at your pain...i promise!! but it's just so hard not to laugh! it's always funnier when it's not your own kid, right? you will undoubtably laugh at me in the future when my pain causes you to giggle. the giggles are out of love!!!!
Awesome. I think we can all relate. I would say the very fact that you didn't snap at her makes you an excellent mom. Quiet time is one of my favorite dreams too. My m-i-l says that it can be done; but I haven't made it happen yet.
Whoot! LOL!
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