Sitting in my armchair by the fire watching a movie with the family I am feeling quite relaxed, exhausted even. This Christmas season was no different than others, there had been socializing, birthdays and so many wonderful memories.
Although I’ve enjoyed myself I have to admit I’m so ready for the girls to head back to school. I cannot believe how much work it is to keep these girls occupied, didn’t I play by myself by the age of 6 and 8?
If only I were a better Mother; that type of Mom I read about who loves to play with their children all day and miraculously cleans her house, labels her pantry and wears matching socks.
Why didn’t I get the labeling gene?
The dark feeling begins to seep over me as I needlessly berate myself for not being SuperMom. My gaze travels around the family room, noticing the empty yoghurt cups, the discarded Lego pieces stuck under the baseboard and scissors lying beside a Barbie with a questionable new hairstyle.
Yup, it’s official I suck.
Squeals of outrage assault my ears mid-thought as my youngest expresses her anger at her sister kicking her in a way that would make Beckham proud. Pulling on my referee shirt, I quell the fight and separate the girls into their own corners on different couches, explaining that normal children can sit on one couch without beating the snot out of each other.
My voice may or may not have been sarcastic…..
Back in my quiet place by the fire I am trying to focus my thoughts on the positive, planning something fun for us to do tomorrow after the girls come back from school.
YES! School is back in…..thank you all that is good in the universe!
I suppose that creative, active, apron-wearing fun Mom wouldn’t think these thoughts but I do.
With the rosy glow of school on the horizon I am feeling like I can cope with as much bickering as they will bring tonight.
Now I feel like SuperMom must.
Feeling fortified once again, I ignore my youngest’s natters with each scene of the movie and my eldest sneaking sips of her Father’s pop when she thinks we’re not looking. My armor is strong, tomorrow there will be silence. Tomorrow I can begin to get back into my routine without feeling like I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
I am Mom, hear me roar!!!
“Hey hun, what are you doing with the girls tomorrow?” Hubby asks innocently.
Oh silly man, it’s a school day. “What do you mean, they’ll be at school.”
Hubby’s facial expression changes into that of someone facing a firing squad as he hesitantly says “Umm they’re off school until the 9th Julie.”
Nothing, my mind slams shut as I hastily pull out my laptop punching in the school board’s website much too vigorously.
As the page loads my heart race increases, my breathing is controlled and I think I may see white spots firing off in my vision.
Why is this page so bloody slow??!!!???
And there it is, right there on the calendar, January 9th return to school.
Oh for the love of all that is good in the world, somebody help me!
Closing the laptop I slowly rise from my chair.
“Where are you going?” Asks Hubby
With a baleful glance I exit the room to have a bath, finally understanding the slogan my Mum used so often as she walked towards the bathroom.
“Calgon take me away”
***I wrote this in response to the following prompt to “free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments” on Just Write with Heather***
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