The Trials of a Busy Mom

That kind of day

Have you ever had one of those days when you just want to crawl back into bed and go to sleep for about a day and a half? And you would like everyone and everything to just leave you alone, and for the love of Pete, could they all just please stop fighting and ‘DO WHAT I ASKED YOU TO DO FOR ONCE!’ I guess I’ve reached the point where I’m anxiously awaiting the beginning of school. Even though I know that it will make us so darn busy I’ll want to pull my hair out, and we’ll have to deal with the homework and the practicing and the schedules, but right now, I say, ‘bring it on, baby.’

So, if you need me, I’ll be hiding in my bedroom. The room with a lock on the door. With some music on to drown out the sounds of the bickering, arguing children who are NOT doing the jobs around the house that I’ve asked them to do. I’ll be taking two tylenol and a diet coke over ice with me. And a book. And barring some blood curdling injury screams, I won’t be coming out until lunchtime. I’ll probably be doing something really useful and necessary like folding socks. By myself.

6 Comments

  1. Michelle

    hey! socks are very important you know!… are you sure you are not me?…cuz i have those exact same (well almost 🙂 )days!
    hang in and turn up the music a little louder…so you can sing (off key EVEN louder)…and maybe they will be quiet just to see what you are dooooinngggg in there!
    -michelle

  2. Janice from Book Club

    Let me join you. I’ll bring the Diet Coke.

  3. jen

    cheer up
    hope tomorrow is a better day for you

  4. Kristy

    Oh my gosh, I just posted the very same topic today. If I lived by you I would have taken you with me to Borders over the weekend.

  5. Mel

    I’ve got some chocolate covered cinnamon bears that I’ll share if you’ll let me in.

  6. Amy

    I know how you feel! I keep wondering how I can send the kids back, if just for a week. Can’t I change my mind and decide I DON’T want to be a mom? Is it too late? I wish we lived closer to Mom, so we could just drop them all off on her doorstep with no warning and go back home and go to bed. I’m glad you’re feeling better, though.

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