So Much TOGETHERNESS
in Giggles on May 20, 2020
Y’all.
So.
Much.
Togetherness.
It isn’t right…or natural…or healthy.
I actually ran away from home this morning. I’m not even kidding. I’m legit hiding out at a friend’s house typing this out because 1.) I cannot concentrate at home and 2.) there are TOO many people at my house, and 3.) I cannot concentrate at my house. Oops, my bad. Did I already say that?
T O G E T H E R N E S S.
This whole “lockdown” thing is ridiculous. I gotta say, I’m having a little bit of PTSD. And, yes, I realize I probably just triggered a few different sensitive snowflakes out there. Let me explain.
I have three kids, who are ALL EXTREMELY CLOSE IN AGE.
When they were young, it was a rare thing for me not to be incubating the next one, while serving as an on-demand milk machine and a mind-reading snack-b!tch. Those couple of sleepless and exhausting years provided me with ample togetherness, BUT, once we (miraculously) outgrew and survived those first tumultuous years, I thought endless hours of imprisonment within the walls of my house would melt into the distant recesses of my nightmares.
Enter COVID-19.
For three months, I have once again been locked inside my house with my three kids…who are STILL INCREDIBLY CLOSE IN AGE. Somehow, through the years, that fact has not changed. Go figure. While the children have added age to their years, height and weight to their frames, wrinkles, lines, and enough bags under MY eyes to get me to Asia and back…evidently, their unmatched skill at sucking every ounce of energy from my being has yet to be challenged, at least one of them is not happy unless they are within INCHES of me at ALL TIMES, and I am STILL a mind-reading snack-b!tch…and IF that wasn’t enough togetherness…my husband has also been home…
FOR…THREE…MONTHS.
SEND HELP.
When the kids were little, I would load all of them up, with my double stroller (stack the spare one on the handles), and head out. It didn’t matter where. We would just go. But, now…with the end of the world looming, everything and everywhere is closed. We can’t even go. So, we’re all stuck…inside…with the people we love most in the whole world…all…the…time…inside.
So, at this point, every Mom in every house has found that one hiding spot—mine just happens to be at someone else’s house. When you find that special spot, grab your favorite snack, your phone, a good book or whatever you need to unplug and recharge. I loooovvveeee my kids—my family—with everything in me…but cut me some slack, THIS, this….this is JUST A LOT of togetherness.
Until further notice, I’ll be under Jenny’s dining room table, fending off attacks from her psycho three-legged cat, hiding from kids, dodging phone calls from my husband, and waiting for the world to right itself again.
Stay strong!
*This isn’t actually my picture…but, I have been there with my kids…they still pull crap like this on me, and they’re practically grown. All you toddler Mommas out there, I see you.