Take a deep breath. Seriously. Just breathe. Man, if your house is anything like mine, you are running 150 miles an hour with a mountain of laundry, cobwebs in the corners and dog hair covering the floor, kids screeching “MOMMYMOMMYMOMMY” like a broken record (what’s that?), a baby screaming unless she’s attached to your hip (or boob), the dog chewing up yet one more toy in the corner while you trip over the five that are lying in the middle of the kitchen while you’re trying to prepare one of the 15 meals or snacks the kids “need” during the day because they are absolutely starving and God forbid you made their food touch or gave them food in the orange bowl. Annnnnd, I forgot – on top of that you do this crazy thing called working from home and also haphazardly running a blog and now we need to throw a proper education in the mix. Geesh. I quit.
And now, I just stop. I do quit. Honestly. I call it quits quite a few times a day. If I don’t, I might just throttle someone, bless their sweet little hearts. There are days…there are days that I’m lucky to get…oh wait – yes, yet again I forgot to get myself dressed for the fifteenth time today after sweet bright eyes spit up on me once again.
I catch myself starting to blow. I start yelling at the kids, get overwhelmed by people pulling at me with work and get a little OCD with wanting the house to be cleaned. At that point I have two choices – pull out evil mom alter-ego where I actually step outside of myself and witness this awful person I never want to be coming out of me – or I walk away from the madness and simply play.
These kids are full throttle. They are bouncing off the seats until they pass out in the same ones. They are demanding, needy, insane, incredibly loud, and beautifully mine. They are worth every hair-pulling minute. Sometimes all they need is me. No curriculum, no clean house, not even dinner. Sometimes, I need to simply soak them in. I need to sing with them in the kitchen, jump on the trampoline, and hold them in my arms. They won’t be like this for long. So on those days when you want to throw in the towel, do so. Quit. Quit trying to be perfect. Quit trying to get a lesson plan in, work accomplished, laundry folded. Order some food or go out to eat, and spend the extra time you have simply playing with your kids. Grab them in your arms, close your eyes, and breathe.