Monthly Meltdown ----- So this is why Kings had chambermaids!
Yep...time for my monthly meltdown...although it seems it's much more like weekly meltdowns these days.
Ruminate on this .....
Exactly how does one person without a 10 foot arm span neatly fold a king size flat sheet? I have already accepted the fact that unless you are my Mother, it is not humanly possible to fold a fitted sheet neatly.
And why, when I have taken the time to fold things neatly, and put them away neatly, do my closets and shelves experience some sort of strange force similar to an explosion or tornado, as soon as I turn my back?
Also, why is it that after I have vacuumed in the afternoon, when I let Lennon go to explore the house in the evening she inevitably returns to me covered in detritus?
I give up. I am going to start one huge burn pile....the sheets go first. We will live like gypsies, bilking people out of the things we need to survive. I'm done with all the crap, I'm done with trying to keep up with all of it. It is very much a loosing battle.
Also, I think I may have finally made a friend....She lives around the corner and has 3 children, one just over a month old. She has actually had 5 children. Two were a set of twins she carried for a same sex couple she knew. Talk about supererogatory. I hope this goes well. Lennon is a wonderful confidant, but I don't seem to get much feedback.
I'm still having trouble being Mom. I see funky clothes and makeup, and I want to go wig and shoe shopping....but I don't let myself. Something in the back of my head says "Hey you fucking idiot, you're MOM, and only MOM, you have no other identity...so give the hell up! You will never ever wear or use any of these things...that you is DEAD. GIVE UP I SAY!". So...I think it's clearance rack whatever the hell will fit me from now on, and lots of flats. One day I'll get used to it. I think I'm still desperately clinging to the old me. The bitch just won't die...maybe I can drown her in a few bottles of wine. I'm working on that one.
Ruminate on this .....
Exactly how does one person without a 10 foot arm span neatly fold a king size flat sheet? I have already accepted the fact that unless you are my Mother, it is not humanly possible to fold a fitted sheet neatly.
And why, when I have taken the time to fold things neatly, and put them away neatly, do my closets and shelves experience some sort of strange force similar to an explosion or tornado, as soon as I turn my back?
Also, why is it that after I have vacuumed in the afternoon, when I let Lennon go to explore the house in the evening she inevitably returns to me covered in detritus?
I give up. I am going to start one huge burn pile....the sheets go first. We will live like gypsies, bilking people out of the things we need to survive. I'm done with all the crap, I'm done with trying to keep up with all of it. It is very much a loosing battle.
Also, I think I may have finally made a friend....She lives around the corner and has 3 children, one just over a month old. She has actually had 5 children. Two were a set of twins she carried for a same sex couple she knew. Talk about supererogatory. I hope this goes well. Lennon is a wonderful confidant, but I don't seem to get much feedback.
I'm still having trouble being Mom. I see funky clothes and makeup, and I want to go wig and shoe shopping....but I don't let myself. Something in the back of my head says "Hey you fucking idiot, you're MOM, and only MOM, you have no other identity...so give the hell up! You will never ever wear or use any of these things...that you is DEAD. GIVE UP I SAY!". So...I think it's clearance rack whatever the hell will fit me from now on, and lots of flats. One day I'll get used to it. I think I'm still desperately clinging to the old me. The bitch just won't die...maybe I can drown her in a few bottles of wine. I'm working on that one.