My brain’s spinning at about 98 RPM right now.
I have a list a mile long of things that still have to get done for graduation, and only a couple of them crossed off.
I lost my mind on my children last night. There is a list of someof the things that need to be accomplished before the end of the week up near the kitchen. Just some of the things, mind you. And I told the children about the list, and that I needed help getting them done.
I didn’t put the list up there for my benefit. I know what needs to be done, and have been carrying lists around with me for a couple of weeks now.
The list was for them.
And they knew it.
Yet, last night, when I got home from work, both of my girls were sitting on their butts. Doing nothing.
List un-accomplished.
Un-attempted.
And I lost all the fiddly little bits of my brain that deal with stress in a calm, rational manner.
They fell right out of my ears, and smashed on the floor.
I flipped out.
Told the girls that the list I’d posted was only about half of the stuff that needed doing, and that I was tired of getting on bended knee and begging them to help me get ready for YOUNGERDAUGHTER’s graduation. In a house that they ALL live in. Not just me.
Told them that “Whatever doesn’t get done by Sunday, willremainundone on Sunday, and THEY can explain to guests why the floor is filthy, or there are dandelions eating their children in the front yard.
Mom’s going to be tucked away in a corner, rocking back and forth, with a drink in one hand, and a vacant smile – humming tunelessly.
All my fiddly little bits of sanity, lying on the floor next to me.
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