ransom
the groaning sounds of my tormented dog ricochet around the room and parades the full theatricality of my life. 10 days of single-parenting. again. the dominant, recurrent, indubitable theme of my life. my sons are three and a half years old. everytime I look at them my heart reels with admiration. they're my trophy. I've survived. and if life is fair, motherhood should now involve minimal difficulty and effort. but then I think. hey. if life was fair, my maiden name would not be Bang.
every morning I strap on a backpack of lingering exhaustion gently, yet assiduously, deflecting all domestic duties. today I am imbued with stiffness, a sad result of my pitiful attempt at jogging two days ago, and try to navigate a happy balance between quality time and kids cable network. but when I told my mother over the phone that Sean and Will had been watching tv for 3 hours, she kidnapped them for the evening and is now holding them for acceptable ransom. that is, my two-hour napped, sane headed, remote-control freed, vitamin c-ed self. and I think, that's pretty fair.
Reader Comments (14)
Bah!
You can do that standing on your head.
When he gets home, hop on a plane for a few days and I'll entertain you.
I am very entertaining.
I swore when Baby was born that she wouldn't watch a moment of TV until she was two. Ha. Ha!
I hate it when you're left there alone. If we were neighbors, I'd come over and help out (and I'd be wearing See by Chloe, of course)... but I'll have to just send you could, strong happy thoughts instead.
some well deserved time on your part, and the kids probably couldn't be happier spending a little time with grandma.
:)
did i tell you that i'm a twin? i don't know, i have no clue, no idea...how my mom did it!! :)
and kudos to gramma for saving you, we all need a little time away, to refresh the batteries...:)