|It was happening.|
Feeling extraordinarily proud of myself, I snatched up a jacket I had thrown by the closet to put away. I was going to hang it up, close the door, and wash my hands of another season of sorting little outfits. My daughter, however, had other notions. She saw me open the closet door and ran screaming towards her brother’s raincoat (her new garment of choice). She also demanded I get down her backpack and the toy I stashed on the top shelf (because it just has too many tiny pieces and annoys me). I successfully got the jacket hung, but was left with 3x as many other objects now littering my hallway.
It’s the scientific, or Newton’s, or whatever-you-want-to-call-its law: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
For instance, I will somehow magically score a night-out with my husband (remember that guy who is pretty hot and I used to date?), but footing the bill for the sitter will make me sick, and staying up
past 9pm really throws my perfected bedtime schedule out of whack.
I give into my daughter’s incessant thumb-sucking (her adorable-for-now, likely panic-inducing-that she’s-weird-when-she’s-5) sign that she is tired and do an early naptime. Come dinner hour, I will be threatening to shoot myself and/or donate our psychotically-tantruming children to scientific research.
|It's scientific law, baby.|
I will attempt to answer my 3 yr. old son’s questions about whether pee comes out of his sister’s “giner” (read: “vagina” in toddler-speak), and then have his sweet preschool teacher shoot me unspecified poison darts at pick-up later that week.
I make great gains at emptying the dishwasher. My children will gleefully leap on the clean cups and decide it’s fun to try and “hydrate” the dog. The dog is thrilled.
I go crazy and agree to stay up and watch Mad Men “live” with my husband. I then spend the entirety of Monday thinking college kids with severe hangovers are living the good life. Is it really humanly possible that toddlers can have this much energy?
I forget to charge my Kindle. I hate myself more than a little that I can’t play my beloved anagram game. What is reading?
I take a minute to actually read my devotional and pray in the morning. I then feel slightly more peaceful while screaming at my children to not smear peanut butter on the couch during breakfast.
I check in and comment on one of the blogs I love and just feel slightly more connected with the world. My daughter then wakes up from nap, I remember all the blogs I haven’t visited, all the social media I haven’t played and then feel terrible about myself. Can you please pass a bag for this poopy diaper?
I remember something lovely about my mother who died. I smile, but then ache that she is gone and then try to swallow the lump in my throat while I get the mail and heat up fish sticks. I am a work in progress, dear readers.
It’s life. It’s beautiful. It’s screwed up, and it’s real. Trying to make sense of it makes no sense. Anything you do to try and make it clearer will cause a ripple wave of reaction–that may or may not make things better. Just yank all of the raincoats and backpacks out of the closet, throw them on the kitchen floor, and then meet me for a beer out on the back deck. It’s really getting nice outside and this life is just too darn short. See you in five.
***Meredith is a writer, though she's not entirely sure what that really means. If it involves bribing her kids with juice boxes while trying to navigate the beast of social media, she's totally there. Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, where she dedicatedly earns her title one epic parenting fail at a time and tries to offer quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents of the world and all their empathizers. She was thrilled to be part of the best-selling anthologies, I Just Want to Pee Alone, I Just Want to Be Alone and You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth. She has been a staff writer at Aiming Low, and has been featured on BlogHer, In the Powder Room, Bonbon Break and Scary Mommy. She remains entirely terrified by crafts, promises to never share any useful household tips, and is fully committed to a less serious look at the world of parenting. You can catch up with her on Twitter, Google+, Facebook and Pinterest.
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