I'm running away from home...
June 2nd 2009 16:29
and I'm not leaving a forwarding address. That's the way I feel some days. Motherhood is wonderful, don't get me wrong. I love my two girls. They are wonderful kids. But some days...
I used to tell them that if I heard anyone call "MMoooom" in that drug out whiney tone of voice one more time, I was changing my name and not telling them my new name. It became a kind of game because, of course, they knew I was joking. I'd stop responding to their cries of "MMmoooom!" with a simple, "Mom who? My name isn't mom." And we would spend the next few minutes with them guessing my new name.
That worked quite well for a time, until the novelty wore off and the whining continued. My new response to the whining is to ask for some Brie and crackers to go with the whine. It stopped them for a few minutes. Very few.
So the whining continues and, with each passing day, I grow more gray. My only comfort is knowing that eventually they will grow up and have children of their own. When they do, they'll understand.
I used to tell them that if I heard anyone call "MMoooom" in that drug out whiney tone of voice one more time, I was changing my name and not telling them my new name. It became a kind of game because, of course, they knew I was joking. I'd stop responding to their cries of "MMmoooom!" with a simple, "Mom who? My name isn't mom." And we would spend the next few minutes with them guessing my new name.
That worked quite well for a time, until the novelty wore off and the whining continued. My new response to the whining is to ask for some Brie and crackers to go with the whine. It stopped them for a few minutes. Very few.
So the whining continues and, with each passing day, I grow more gray. My only comfort is knowing that eventually they will grow up and have children of their own. When they do, they'll understand.
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