Has to be better than stress eating, right? Because I just got done inhaling a bagel and 3 tablespoons of chocolate chip cookie dough, only to realize that it is not helping. Oh, please, dearest blog, bring some sweet relief.
Once again, Simcha has read my soul- or rather I think she has been peeking through my window throughout the day and went ahead and wrote a little post of validation so that I will not give in to the little crazy calling my name ("Mommy?" "Mommy?" "Mommy!" "Mommy?" "Mommy!" "Mommyyyyy!!" ad infinitum). If you don't have kids or have an insane toddler yanking on your leg demanding that you "pick-a-up" NOW OR SHE WILL DIE like I currently do, this is the gist: the stage in parenting when you have only little-ones who are completely dependent on you is the hardest and once you've got older ones to help it gets easier.
Certainly, if you are in the tough stage with small kids, read it, it is great.
Bernadette has hit and I mean HIT the "terrible twos." I know, I know,
it's so negative to call them "terrible," let's try something more
positive like "temporary" or "testing." But seriously, I have never seen
a child more aptly embody all that is "terrible" about the age (nor did
I know that it was physically possible for a 28 pound little person to
overpower both a 27-year-old woman and almost overpower 29-year-old man with her
insane back-arching out of your arms, flailing, kicking and even biting during a tantrum). All this is true, and I have seen it for myself. And, yes, it is terrible.
Naomi woke up at 5:30 today and then proceeded to go into Bernadette's room well before I would've, to greet her for the day. This led to an endless string of meltdowns caused by total fatigue-- more pathetic than you could handle, for realz. And I had to take away her (and my) one source of salvation (an afternoon viewing of Dumbo) because even after many solicitations not to go into my room and break the porcelain Nativity set (don't ask why it is out), she did it anyways. And there is no one else around to help.
In short, it felt good to have the validation this morning that this, in fact, is one of the hardest seasons of parenting. And that yes, other mothers feel like they may be on verge of going nuts, but it didn't help with the fact that this feels like the longest freakin' season and that it might never end. Also, although I noticed that Simcha didn't offer to send one of her teenagers to any desperate mothers seeking help one, I still may write to ask for one.
So for now I will keep on keepin' on, aka, keep on eating: I have eaten 2 chocolate chip cookies just while writing this and have officially smeared melted chocolate chip all over my keyboard.
Pray for my sanity.