But this particular morning, I could not wait for them to get OUT OF MY HOUSE! My kid has this thing about chocolate. When she gets even the littlest bit in her system, she gets hyperactive and schizophrenic all at one time. You can imagine a 3-year-old with those qualities, no?
And my husband cannot be on time for anything.
So, I wake up this morning to my daughter saying, "Mom, I've got poopies in my pull-up." Reminder, she's three. And three months. And she's not yet completely potty trained. A rather constant frustration.
I get out of bed at 7:30 a.m. on my Friday off, and change the dirty pull up, finally convincing her to put on big girl panties instead of another pull up. I also get up to a trashed living room, food from last night's dinner still on the dining room table. (Here I will say that I was so tired last night I went to bed at 8 p.m. and left my husband to get the kid off to bed.)
After cleaning up the dishes, I fix breakfast for the little one and me. Pop in a movie, play a little bit, and then my lovely daughter in her chocolate haze (she convinced me to let her have just a tiny piece), slaps me in the face. On purpose, mind you, she knew what she was doing. She was duly punished with a swift swat and getting sent to her room to think about it.
Then I realize that my husband, who is still sleeping, is going to be late getting the kid to gymnastics, which he had promised to do because his work schedule has not allowed him to do it for a couple of months. I go to try and wake him again.
The kid and I have a long heart-to-heart after she is able to come out of her room. Then I try to get her into her gymnastics leotard, only to realize that while she was in her room she took off her panties and put on a pull-up. And she refuses to put on the leotard. No, let me further explain. When I walk away from her, frustrated that she won't help me get her dressed, she screams, "No, I want help!" -- twice we go through this dance. Until I can't stand it anymore. I go into the kitchen, poor myself a cup of coffee, down an extra dose of my menopause vitamins, and wait for my husband to get her ready on his own.
I'm done being a mom this morning. I'm done being a wife, too. I want to be just ME in my house by myself doing only what I want to do for the short time that I get once in a while to just be ME. I'm sure I'm not experiencing a new situation or emotion. This is surely a universal feeling. But, fortunately, I don't have to feel if very often so I'm not practiced in coping with it. Anyone have a trick to get through this overwhelming experience? It's too early in the day for wine.
Wine would have been my suggestion...!
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