My facebook status last night a little after 5 pm: Too little sleep, a screeching, willful toddler, and the feeling that I’m running to stand still are all conspiring to conquer my will this week. Heaven grant me patience. And chocolate.
I’m in the midst of making dinner, baby is fussing, and someone starts crying downstairs.
Humor and venting on facebook aren’t cutting it. Things are getting more desperate.
5:21 pm: I text my husband Please come home if you can. Reached my breaking point.
5:25 pm: Kids arrive upstairs to complain that they are starving, demand crackers, and simultaneously ask me to play with them.
Maybe dinner will magically make itself? We had frozen pizza for lunch, though, so back to the stove it is to make a “quick” 30 minute meal that is gradually becoming a 45 minute plus ordeal.
5:30 pm: Baby is not happy with snacks and yelling commences downstairs. I head downstairs to talk with my son who’s screaming is like fingernails on a chalkboard at this point. He is ornery and unbearable (as he’s been most of the day).
5: 33 pm: I throw up my hands, head upstairs, stir my sauce, and start to cry. And it feels good. I felt totally drained, as if I’d given it everything I had, and everyone seemed dissatisfied. Especially me.
This is not a typical day. Often it’s better. Very rarely it’s worse. Sometimes it’s wonderful. Other days it’s meh.
We don’t blog about this stuff much, because who wants to be a Debby Downer, polluting the world with complaints about the life they chose? Certainly not me.
But last night it occurred to me that maybe someone who is literally or metaphorically standing in their kitchen crying, frustrated, discouraged, exhausted, at their wits end (or all of the above) needs to know that I’ve been there too. It doesn’t make you ungrateful or mean that you’re getting “it” wrong.
Everyday won’t be unicorns and sunshine, even if we sometimes pretend in the blogging world that it will be. You don’t need to be perfect to welcome here. I’ve been there. You’re not alone. You’re welcome to cry in my kitchen anytime.
Everyone needs a good cry once in a while. Hang in there!!
I would guess this happens to me at least once a month, sometimes twice. Most days are great so the days that aren’t are just terrible!!
once a month? this is my life every single day (minus the crying but adding in some.. make that a LOT of yelling)… and why I blog a lot less these days. seems like all I did was complain. who wants to hear that?
I have definitely been there. ((((HUGS)))) Hope you have a better day today.
I am glad when people blog these things. It makes me feel more normal!
I’m guessing many would read this and thing, “oh thank goodness, it happens to other people, too!”