tedium, delirium and rarely in between
so i'm already thinking ahead to the christmas card letter as i do every year round about this time... what is the theme forming for 2008? we seem to be featuring dead animals (i think we're up to 8 lost litters of baby bunnies? and two of our cats have been cut down in the prime of their lives this year, sob!) injuries (nothing life threatening, but lets just say middlest really should stay away from horses at this point!) and unruly children (i spend way too much energy thinking about, discussing, worrying over and outsourcing opinions on my kids' behavior). did God know what he was doing giving me three boys?
babyest is just at this precious age where i can feel that tightly wound jade patina of my heart split another crack every time he smiles and gets goofy, which is thankfully often. and yet, he can shred a house room by room and usually i'm a room or two behind him weeping as i trip over the piles and detrius. middlest is two days away from his first day of kindergarten and has my stomach in a twist with these fateful words, "now, i'm only going one day a week, right?" preschool redux? yikes! and first born son has taken on a new persona: mr. argumentative. as in, duh mom, no, you're wrong. i can almost handle that, problem is... i'm not. are all 3rd graders so in-the-know?
this is where my multiple mom personality disorder comes out... half the time i'm punch-drunk pleased about how amazing my kids are. then some horrible judgement call comes in from the junior senators from georgia (hey guys! let's totally trash the game closet, upend everything mom spent two hours cleaning yesterday and climb up on the pressed wood shelves and see if they can hold all of our weight!) and i'm suddenly taking out classified ads and wondering why there isn't a humane society for kids.
it's the balance, i say. why can't someone bottle balance??? i spent three hours last night destroying 8 years of old records that are no longer necessary to our paperwork lives (were they ever, really?) and felt so proud of my accomplishment -- til i got up from the desk and noticed how badly the house had crashed around me in my absence from micromanaging the mayhem.
which (somehow) brings us back to the christmas card. i think. (i'm rambling, fo' sho'!) what's new in '08? not a thing. same as it ever was. tedium, delirium and rarely a lukewarm moment in between.
babyest is just at this precious age where i can feel that tightly wound jade patina of my heart split another crack every time he smiles and gets goofy, which is thankfully often. and yet, he can shred a house room by room and usually i'm a room or two behind him weeping as i trip over the piles and detrius. middlest is two days away from his first day of kindergarten and has my stomach in a twist with these fateful words, "now, i'm only going one day a week, right?" preschool redux? yikes! and first born son has taken on a new persona: mr. argumentative. as in, duh mom, no, you're wrong. i can almost handle that, problem is... i'm not. are all 3rd graders so in-the-know?
this is where my multiple mom personality disorder comes out... half the time i'm punch-drunk pleased about how amazing my kids are. then some horrible judgement call comes in from the junior senators from georgia (hey guys! let's totally trash the game closet, upend everything mom spent two hours cleaning yesterday and climb up on the pressed wood shelves and see if they can hold all of our weight!) and i'm suddenly taking out classified ads and wondering why there isn't a humane society for kids.
it's the balance, i say. why can't someone bottle balance??? i spent three hours last night destroying 8 years of old records that are no longer necessary to our paperwork lives (were they ever, really?) and felt so proud of my accomplishment -- til i got up from the desk and noticed how badly the house had crashed around me in my absence from micromanaging the mayhem.
which (somehow) brings us back to the christmas card. i think. (i'm rambling, fo' sho'!) what's new in '08? not a thing. same as it ever was. tedium, delirium and rarely a lukewarm moment in between.
posted by mEg at 8:45 PM
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