Really…
Sometimes I think deep down I have the personality of a crotchety old woman who would rather be left alone and seclude herself away from society to write with no disturbances.
Especially today.
The kids are home for Memorial Day. It has been raining all morning. Nothing to do. They need entirely too many things from me: Cinnamon tortillas, pony tails, an instrument with which to extract some grotesquely moldy blob from the ceramic miniature teapot that Sassy didn’t clean the last time she used it (it is unidentifiable), cardboard box, mud puddle cookies, and lunch. (Who needs to eat? Really. Why can’t we be like plants and generate our own food?)
I know someday they will be grown and gone and I will miss them. At least I think I will miss them. Probably after senility sets in and all I can remember are the happy and cute things they did. Then I will miss them.
For now I just want to write in peace.
Please tell me that summer vacation will NOT be like this. I have four days until school is out. Please tell me that my kids will run off and play without needing me.
Oh, as a side-note, I am already experiencing senility. Yesterday at church Cowboy leaned over and whispered “Happy anniversary” in my ear. I had actually forgotten my 14th anniversary! We had a good laugh about that. But not out loud, because that wouldn’t be reverent. If it hadn’t been on a Sunday, I’m sure I would have remembered. Really.
Bonus Material:
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.
–Albert Einstein
Oh, Melinda… all I can say is… Amen!
I always start getting a little panicky and anxious when mid-May rolls around. The thought of bored children and a looooong summer brings it out in me.
Thanks for the perspective! I’ve been sick all weekend and Ben took the kids to his parents so I could rest. All I’ve been able to think about is how much I miss them! I needed the reminder of all the things I WON’T miss tomorrow!
Kathy, your kids are still in the cute stage. Wait until they get a little older and can really talk back and argue with each other. -You still have your hands full though.
Michelle, I’m glad I’m not the only one. I feel like I should always be happy and available and grateful, but a lot of the time I just want to be left a lone.
I am so with you on this. See me raising my hand and jumping up and down and screaming me too! Me too!!!!
I am ready to sell them all to the circus.