Dozing polar bear, Indianapolis Zoo

Monday, August 20, 2007

Calgon, take me away

I'm having a rather rough day, and during the worst part, I actually googled "how to get kid to leave me alone" just to see what would pop up. This essay burbled up, and was like freshly split aloe on a sunburn, I tell ya. Reading that was a helluva lot better than perpetual self-flagellation for not being able to stop myself from yelling at my kid.

6 comments:

Jennifer (ponderosa) said...

Oh, thanks for that link. I laughed so hard!

If you ever want to commisserate, I can describe the time that my daughter cut her tongue and stopped sucking her finger and didn't sleep for THREE DAYS, and finally on the fourth day I took her for a drive all the while having this fantasy about driving just enough over the speed limit that I'd get thrown in jail for a week. Ah, jail! Peace for a whole week!

When I told my sister about this, she said I should see a therapist. That sister doesn't have children, though.

Jennifer (ponderosa) said...

PS I hope you got enough time to yourself that you feel sane again.

Trailhead said...

Oh yeah, I figured there was no way she could have kids before I even finished the sentence. Such fantasies are far too common among the parental life forms.

I did finally get enough time. My husband wasn't even in the door yet before I was up in my hidey-hole of an office, decompressing. Ahhh...glorious silence.

kris said...

That was too funny - I have tears rolling down my cheeks. Glad you got your alone time! :)

wasteland fan said...

I love that essay. And, it was written on my second anniversary. In what we shall call the BWK period (Before Wasteland Kids). Just think. Had I read that at the time it was written, my response would probably have been, "Whatever."

Funny how a little meet 'n greet of sperm and egg changes things SO drastically.

Rose said...

OMG - what a cathartic read. Thanks! Having one of those days today and this hit the spot.