(R.I.P Bea Arthur 1922-2009)
This is how I feel the rest of the world must feel every morning that they wake up and find Complicated Mama is not there with them…. cause I assure you this is how MY Family feels when I go to the bathroom.
Case in point: This Morning 7:00am
(after a sleepless night where The Complicated Boy threw up in his bed)
We are having our roof and siding done, so we have workers here at 8am every day… forcing me to get up, showered and dress way earlier than my typical – “make coffee and breakfast in PJs til Princess’ morning nap” routine …..
Today, with 25 minutes to spare before Mr.Complicated normally leaves for work- I get out of the shower, trying to get dressed super quick and- —knock knock knock—..
“I gotta leave soon”…
…”I know, I’m getting dressed”
(The baby is totally thrown off schedule btw- shes not use to waiting longer than a diaper change for her food in the morning)
He proceeds to stand at the foot of the stairs with the baby in his hands crying… just staring up at the bathroom door… and when I come out he huffs “well I got to go”…
I said to him “So, put her in her exersaucer and go!”
“Shes gonna scream and cry” ( you know a far stretch from the crying baby he’s holding in his arms)
…Now maybe its just me, but when trying to multitask for a short-term task (such as putting pants on), My rule is… as long as the baby is in a safe place she can not get away from, there are no small objects that can get lodged in her throat, She is not hurt in anyway…..
ITS OK FOR A BABY TO CRY FOR A FEW MINUTES!
This is how I get things done. If I stopped and coddled her ever time she cried, I’d never get anything done!! She is a baby, a teething baby… a teething baby that has separation issues from her mama…. SHES GOING to cry from time to time.
This baby crying thing is not the only instance the sky has fallen in this house.
It also falls when 2 days go by without laundry done … never fails
THE MAN: “Have you seen my___ (fill in the blank with pretty much any random item)”
THE WOAH-MAN: “The ____ that you wore 2 days ago?… in the laundry!”
OR my FAVORITE…( that just happened yesterday btw)
THE MAN: “Where is my shirt”
THE WOAH-MAN!: “The one that was on the floor ??”
THE MAN “Yea, I wanted to wear it to the gym… it was clean”
THE WOAH-MAN!:“Gee, I’m sorry the on the floor in a ball look threw me off… Silly me, thought it was laundry!”
And The Bathroom?!?! Don’t get me started.
My husband will occasionally pitch in on various household chores, but he draws the line at the bathroom. Seriously, he doesn’t care if its dusty, mildew infested… he is not about to clean it. Which is weird to me, cause when he lived at home with his parents- he was in charge of cleaning the bathroom he and his brother shared. In fact when he moved out, and would visit his parents house- he would often inspect that bathroom and pick on his brother if it was dirty. But the bathroom in our house? Nope. Not gonna touch it.
Anyway, I don’t know what “my problem” is… Im not PMSing… maybe its just something in the air… but Im feeling smothered again… with the constant dependency and need of attention by seemingly everyone around me…. and the overwhelming feeling of guilt when I do something for myself for longer than 20 minutes.
…. Last night I hung out solo with a bottle of wine & woke up with a headache in addition to the daily headaches (like those stated above)… so clearly wine is not the answer… so I ask you what is?…
Is there a common sense school we can send men to while we simultaneously send our children to a bootcamp that teaches them when to STOP talking and how to not ask for snacks and juice every 5minutes???
… hmmm… maybe running away isnt such a bad concept… what??? I wouldnt leave FOREVER!… maybe just a day… …
(( Aw… Mr Complicated just text messaged me “sorry for rushing this morning”… hes so sweet…. wait… he sent a second text message “Careful cleaning His Majesty’s sheets- they’re a little messy”)) …
(::sigh::)
on second thought— maybe I’d run away for 3 days.
