It must be PMS
Three three-year-olds sit in my front hall, each working hard to put their shoes on.
“Anna, lovie, you have that on the wrong foot. Put it on the other one.”
She takes it off one foot, holds up the other.
“This one?”
You know, normally this is cute.
“Timmy, that’s the wrong foot. Other foot!”
“This one?”
Normally, that’s pretty funny.
“Emily, why did you take it off? You had it on the right foot. Now you have to put it back on the other foot.”
“This one?”
Normally I find this goofily sweet. Today?
Today I do NOT say,
“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy! You only have two feet. Which “other” could it be? DUH.”
I do not say it, because I am a True Professional. I do not say it, but I think it. Because I’m human.
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It's Not All Mary Poppins 
But I am a sarcastic mom who actually says it. It isn’t kind to my children and doesn’t even help me feel better, but I say it.
When I was eleven or so, my aunt spoke out very strongly to me against sarcasm, which I was using with the typical heavy-handed gleeful savagry of that age. My aunt was seventeen or eighteen — in other words a full-fledged adult, to my mind. Her words took immediate root in my psyche, and the urge to sarcasm just isn’t something I often battle. I’m surprised that the impact of her words was so profound, but I’m grateful for it. One less internal battle for me!
Some days are like that, eh? Here’s hoping tomorrow will be better.
Long walks. We took a couple of nice, long, soothing walks.
I say it (or something like it) quite often. exasperating.
It’s the repetition of the inane that can grind you down…
It is cute on the surface, but I can also see how “some days” not so much.
Because seriously, when a woman is PMSing, cute only gets you so far. And that goes for EVERYONE.
Kudos to you for keeping your thoughts to yourself around the youngins AND for sharing them with us.
I needed the laugh. 🙂
Yup. Yesterday, even the dog’s weirdly funny habit of burying her snout between the couch cushions so deep that her ears lay flat on top of the cushions on either side (can you picture that?)… even that was just weird, not funny. And mildly annoying. Knock it off, dopey dog…
I once heard a comedian explaining that when she was with her kids she had two responses, the one she said: “uh huh? really? That’s great!” and the unsaid inner monologue: “Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. SHUT UP!!!!”
Every woman in the audience laughed. You are NOT alone!
I’ll just bet they did. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? In fact, I’ll say that. Well, not the SHUT UP part, but “My ears are tired. Go talk to someone else, please.” And I mean it. Because, hey, I’ve been surrounded by toddlers for the better part of twenty years. There are limits.
Each and every morning, I go through this routine. It makes me nuts, and I can’t even blame the PMS.
I share your pain…
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