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Reluctant Mother v “A Break”

I’ve spent parts of the past two out of three nights attempting to convince my 26-ish week pregnant body that sleeping with Mac on his bedroom floor is super-fun!  I suspect he’s working on some molars that are making him uncomfortable.  This following a bout of some sort of stomach virus that took me out of commission for 24 solid hours late last week. . .which my Husband now has.  (AHHHHH!!!!)

I’m a tad tired.

Yet, I’m also pleasantly surprised.

I’m not in a complete fit of mental funk and rage over the situation. . .

Blame all those feel good pregnancy hormones, or the wonderful weather we’ve been having if you must, but it’s just not been that bad. . .

The delusion has reached an all-time high hasn’t it?

Have I completely snapped?!

At what point in my life did I decide it’s AWESOME to get awake following five hours of shitty sleep, back aching and bake cookies and fold laundry and pack snacks for a day of wrestling with a cranky toddler in some public place?

When did that happen?

Because I’m guessing if you asked me even a year ago, I’d tell you that was definitely one of my many versions of complete and utter hell.

There’s poop on the sofa cover?  Who cares?  Ha!  Poop cracks me up!  

Fingerprints on every surface.  So what?  I’ll just wipe them up for the 743,894th time today.

Oh, you dumped Old Bay all over my freshly vacuumed floor?  Again?  No problem.

Corn in the dog’s nose?  Unidentified bugs in a jar on my kitchen counter?  Three pairs of muddy shoes strewn across the living room?

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You want to lick rocks?  By all means, lick rocks.  There’s clearly something lacking in your diet.

My Husband keeps asking if “I need a break?”  “Do you want someone to watch Mac for a few hours so you ‘can get something done’?” he asks thoughtfully.

No.  I do not.   I do not want a break.  

Right now, I’m the coolest person in the world to a certain sometimes cranky, always adorable two-year-old.  I happily splash in that toilet of a kiddie pool.  I consent to playtime in the grossest of mud.  I dole out ice cream before bed.  I hug on demand.  I recite the same three stupid books from memory nearly non-stop all day long.

And finally, I’m smart enough to realize these moments are fleeting. . .

As I laid in bed – sick, listening to my very capable Husband take care of Mac, my heart hurt a little.  I was missing it!  What were they laughing about?  Why is he a little upset?  I should be there too.  These moments will NEVER happen again!  

I watch him trying to figure out his shoes, his shirt, a doorknob. . .Each day he needs me just a little less. . .Soon, I won’t be the coolest person in the world.

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Soon, we’ll argue about bedtimes, and what to wear in public, and access to computers and phones, and why cookies aren’t appropriate for breakfast (at least not every morning).  And soon after that, we’ll argue about the car, girls, friends, and curfews. . .

I won’t be “on break” then either. . .

Our time time together is too short for that sort of nonsense. . .

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10 Responses to “Reluctant Mother v “A Break””

  1. my sister is so wise, and I remember her words, “pick your battles.” and I never argued with my kids every about what they were wearing – with the exception of insisting on bike shorts under the skirts for the kindergartener. 🙂 but I’m sure that day will come – when they are tweens and teens and the current fashion of the day resembles outfits designed by street walkers.
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    • admin says:

      I’m with you and your sister. I actually think it’s pretty cute when little kids dress themselves. But I’m sure we’l have a few issues regarding wearing sandals in the snow. . .that sort of thing I can’t really ignore. And I would imagine it’s much more difficult with tween and teen girls – they are really tuned into that sort of thing.

      We have several teenage nieces and every time they want to wear something questionable, my Brother-In-Law (their father) tells them “He loves them too much to allow them to wear that.” One time they were somewhere public and they saw a teenaged girl in something revealing and the one niece deadpanned – “I guess her Father must not love her, huh Dad.” hahaha!

  2. Dani Ryan says:

    I hear you, sister. This is an ongoing conversation in our household. The Hubs works INSANE hours and travels, but for the most part, I’m cool with it all. But every couple of months, I get into a funk and he starts offering to hire someone to help me out and I freak. I don’t want someone else taking care of my kid. I just want him to listen to me bitch and complain and tell me that I do everything with no help from anyone else, you know? 😉

    Glad you’re feeling better! I am DREADING the day when we all come down with a stomach bug. 🙁

    • admin says:

      Thanks! I have no idea how you do what you do. My Husband doesn’t work as much as your’s and I’m often feeling like I’m dragging. I try not to say too much any more. . .because it’s finally obvious I’m the luckier of the two of us MOST of the time. . .It’s also helped that he did something to his knee and has taken a break from running to recover. Those running nights made me feel like a world class bitch. Ha!

  3. Jennifer says:

    Exactly right.
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  4. Wait, did I read right that you vacuum and wipe fingerprints? Eh, I figure all that can wait.

    (Not totally true, I do it all about once a decade!)
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    • admin says:

      Ha! I actually got rid of a bunch of stuff in the house specifically so I didn’t have to DUST it ever again. It takes too much time! Hope things are going well. I don’t get to comment much on other blogs but I want you to know I subscribe to yours via email and read every post. I very much enjoy them. XO

  5. Rick says:

    I used to say it when my kids were small. “Just about the time I decide I have good grounds for a justifiable homicide, they go and ruin my plan by doing something sweet!” And then one day you wake up and they are all grown and have families of their own, leaving one to wonder, where did the time go?

    • admin says:

      I keep a quote from a book posted in my little office area that expresses basically the same sentiment. Reminding me that no matter how ridiculous and crazy things seem, the time is fleeting and I should be mindful of how special each day is. I’m sure one of my raging kids will somehow destroy that piece of paper along with the wall it’s hanging on soon enough. . .but I try. Ha!