David sat down on the couch with me before the kids got up and he sipped his coffee. And then he would swallow his coffee, and I swear it was the loudest swallow I have ever heard. Over and over with the swallowing. And then Ella came down. There were about 8 inches between me and the swallower and she managed to wiggle her little self right in there, right in that spot, so that my arm couldn’t move and I could tell right at that moment that it was going to be a bad day.
Everything irritated me. E.Ver.Y.Thing.
And the loudness. Some days I just cannot take it.
So, I ate some m&ms, and frankly, I’d like to know why there are blue m&ms. I liked it when there were tan m&ms, and no red m&ms, and no blue m&ms. I wish they would go back to regular old m&ms. Why did they take away the tan m&ms? It’s an outrage, that’s what it is.
Anyway, later in the day I gave everyone a little tiny chore to do because otherwise they would have been playing Crossy Road all day. Or Fun Run. Am I the only one whose kids are, like, super loud when they play that game? Sheesh. I actually told them to go away from me. To find a room in the house with a door on it that they could close. And to make sure they were on a different level than me. They wanted to go sit on my bed (because it’s awesome). I said yes, but they had to promise to put all the pillows back and fluff up the comforter.
Who am I kidding?
They’ll promise anything but they’re shaky on the follow through part. When I saw the mess in my room later I just sighed a big giant sigh and walked away.
They are good kids. They did their homework…they did their chores…they played together (albeit loudly).
After supper we put on Kung Fu Panda. I sat across from the kids and looked at them and felt just plain sucky. I knew the whole day through that I would regret the wasted time…I warned myself that I would be sorry…I just couldn’t shake it. But looking at them like that, in the dim light of early evening, it all melted off.
I told them I was sorry for being such a grump. And they said
It’s okay Mommy.
This morning Henry was upstairs. I sent him upstairs to shower before school. He was running around, in his underwear, singing “Story of My Life.” He cannot carry a tune, which I love. But really, he cannot. And also, he was really loud.
I looked at the other three around me and I smiled.
I want a million more moments like that in my life…