You know those days when you need more than a spicy chocolate bar to get you through the afternoon? Today is one of those days. Today is one of those days I’ve cleaned up the same mess eighty-five times, I’ve picked up the Lego, I’ve cleaned up the hot wheels tracks and I’ve vacuumed three times. I’ve cleaned up after four meals and snacks, I made special sparkler laden breakfast for the birthday girl and I’ve refereed between no less than two-hundred fights over the toy that Violet chose (because it’s not fair for just Olivia to get new toys, right!?). I played sock puppets for an hour, cleaned up endless pieces of play make-up and listened to at least three hours of whining and shrieking.
I was done with this day at ten o’clock in the morning.
The entire day has been an operation of ‘hold it together until five-thirty when Jamie gets home and he can take over the parenting while I down a pint of cream in silence, and air conditioning.
And I was, mostly holding it together.
Until I finally lost it and shouted at the kids to ‘just shut up and give me five minutes of peace’.
It didn’t help. It didn’t even make me feel better. All it accomplished was Violet going around the house singing shut up, shut up, shut up – and me, feeling worse, because it’s supposed to be a day of fun and it’s turned into a day of oh-my-god-where-is-my-sanity?
In fact, the yelling-mom-tantrum made them worse, and turned into a screaming newly five year old when I separated them and put them in their rooms so I could have five minutes of silence to finish a phone call.
Solution? Breathe. Sip wine. repeat.
Tomorrow is another day. And it will be better.