Me in 3rd Person

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It’s difficult, sometimes, to be nice to my children. I tire of the seemingly endless opportunities I provide for them to stare at me with indifference, roll their eyes in boredom, then turn and skulk away in the middle of what I only a moment before considered to be a conversation.

I don’t WISH to dislike them. It’s just that at times they appear to me to be on some kind of mission to suck all of the patience and maternal love right out of me. This leaves me sour and disinterested and just plain grumpy for several hours after our encounters. The seed of the discord is inevitably random and unexpected. It could be that I don’t think they should ditch a previous commitment to do something More Fun – which is a fairly common issue with teenagers as you might know. But it might also be something so tragic as my not wanting to rush off to the store RIGHT AWAY to buy a new three-ring binder which is DESPERATELY NEEDED for school. Tomorrow. Everyone else already has one and they don’t.

As I watch the arguments and my reaction from outside of myself (and repeat them over and over under my breath with foul language added for effect) I’m not sure if I am not handling these situations well, or if it really doesn’t matter how I handle them because I’m the Mother and therefore am the most spectacularly out-of-touch human in the universe. I tend to lean toward the latter.

I knew being the mom of toddlers was exhausting, but I didn’t think about the mental exhaustion of dealing with people who can SPEAK. Especially when their logic is subjective and self-serving. It’s time for bed. Oops, not until my toddler decides HE is ready to go to sleep… aaahhh… the infinite blog fodder that is Parenthood.

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About Laurie

I have too many hobbies, but have finally learned (sort of) how to focus on one at a time and stifle my desire to add more. ;) I'm a mom, a wife, a writer, an artist, a seamstress, a gardener, a backyard-chicken farmer, a fundraiser, a movie-lover, a book hoarder, a junker, a thrift-store-shopper... I also love to laugh, make people happy, and take road trips. Some of these things make it into blog posts. I'm almost 50 and I'm still able to sleep through the night. I consider that a success.

2 responses »

  1. I usually don’t have the chance to speculate, because if the first thing out of my mouth is not “Of course, darling! Anything you need is my number one priority!” the s*** hits the fan and it’s a miserable evening ahead.

    You got all the binders you asked for, I take it? 😉

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