Tuesday, November 25, 2014

cloudy face

My sainted mother called me today and pumped me up big time. Spending all my time with a dysfunctional toddler is really doing a number on my self esteem. If the person you spent the most time with frequently started screaming and clawing at your face like an angry zombie, it would set you on edge too. 

So I was feeling on. Not above the line, but not below. Just on. It's a good, stable place to be. And I've been searching my brains for something positive or just off the  MYKIDSAREPSYCHO topic to blog, but then I had to spend half an hour in a car dealership waiting room. With all 3. It had no door, and was across the hall from some offices and a showroom. I lost my will to live by the 15 minute mark. 

My sainted mother had assured me it wasn't my fault that my toddlers turn into psycho howler monkeys, but the common factor in all of them is that they spend almost their entire waking hours with me. That can't be a coincidence. 

One thing raising WonderGirl has taught me is that I can't take credit for their awesomeness. But I just can't do the opposite and not take credit for their faults. 

And now, a palate cleanser. 


Cathie said...

Oh, my kid does the scratching zombie thing too! We're playing, we're fine, lalala, BAM, she's broken the skin clawing my face. So weird. She's also biting a lot, which makes me nervous. Like the time she bit me so hard that I swore in sacrament meeting and all but ran out, sobbing. Kids, man. smh.

Jane said...

You should let the kids go lick the showroom cars. And video it. It would be amusing and possibly go viral.
It's very hard to not assume we did "it" wrong when things go south, though we're quick to pass on the credit when things are good. What's wrong with us? We are awesome people!
and Cathie - you poor thing, I am so sorry!

Anonymous said...

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All to your credit.

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...