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.
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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.
PS I hope you got enough time to yourself that you feel sane again.
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.
That was too funny - I have tears rolling down my cheeks. Glad you got your alone time! :)
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.
OMG - what a cathartic read. Thanks! Having one of those days today and this hit the spot.
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