Can I just say how physically and mentally exhausted I am with all the talking about kid parties, graduations, candy bars, cotillions, and sports? Now, I know we all love our children and would do anything for them, but there comes a time when we just need to stop! To just say no once and for all. Stop the madness, the school meetings and the baseball tournaments in bumfuck on Mother’s day, or another holiday for that matter. Let’s stop running around to practices, dance recitals, plays, spring arts festivals. Let’s all imagine a day without endless runs to Jamba Juice and Starbucks! Will there ever be a day when someone is going to just open their mouth to say “I love you Mom” and not start a sentence with “can I have, can I get, can we go?”
Today is one of those days where I’m not sure what planet I’m spinning on, but I want off. I know all our kids are the best dancers, athletes and karate experts in the world, but do we need to see every single second of their development? Is every single moment so delicate and precious that we forget about our own moments and accomplishments? My parents worked hard for us to survive and have nice things, and they really loved me. Yet, I don’t remember either of them being at so many events and micromanaging every second of my day. Were there even all these things to go to? I remember my parents being cool and having fondue parties with there friends, and making us take the bus once in awhile, which would now probably be considered child abuse, or at the very least some sort of child endangerment.
I was so tired today of everyone else’s wants and needs that I called my local BevMo to order a case of Whispering Angel, just to have as a back up for days like these. When the man who answered told me that they were out of Whispering Angel because some woman had just come in and bought everything they had, I laughed so hard I fell out of my chair. It actually took me out of my funk momentarily.
You see, apparently I wasn’t the only one having “one of those days.” It seems that this epidemic of exhaustion is more normal than I thought. Which, at first, gave me solace and then made me scared.