Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Summa, Summa, Summa-Time

Today has been one for the books.  It's been the kind of day that has demanded countless time outs, spankings, and a glass of wine at 4:13pm.  Like, seriously.  I'm sitting here on June 18, 2016, typing this essay, with a glass of wine keeping me company.  Oh, wait, what was that?  Oh, yes.  It's gone.  And, ohhh mama, well, there goes that second one. 
Right down my esophagus and into my tummy.
Yum, yum, yum.  Delicious.
Oh my LAWD, you guys! This day. Dearest just gave the two hooligans a bath, and Youngest just came galloping down the freeway, aka our hallway, wet, naked, and very much not afraid.  While it was 9 parts precious, it was also 1 part frustrating.  Must you come in riding like a pony, dripping your dearness behind you in the exact nanosecond I was going to take for myself?  I'm pretty sure we all know the answer: duh.  Why would I expect anything more or less?

This is the part of the post that some people would take the time to say, "Even though they're crazy and they drive me crazy I love them and they're the best."  That's cute, but no.  I mean I do love them and they're the best, but sometimes I just want to find my own little corner and put sound canceling headphones on and pretend I am by myself and no one will disturb me.  My girlfriend, Amber, just left me a voicemail stating that she was hiding from her kids in her closet.  So, yeah, we're all in this together.  Hiding from the people we ushered into our lives. 

Listen girls, summer just started and our child care has decreased with the lack of school, and preschools, "following the school schedule."  The heat and additional "quality time" with our kids might make us a little bit bananas.  But don't let those tiny humans and Pintrest fool you:
Everyone is feeling it.  We are all feeling it. 
That mama looking extra fly in her summer Old Navy style?  Feeling it. 
That mama almost drowning as she attempts to teach her four year old how to swim: Obviously feeling it.
That mama who is sitting in a lawn chair, watching her small children wearing nothing but swim diapers run through the sprinkler at approximately 7:30 pm in an effort to wear those tiny Tasmanian devils out: Lawd.  She feels it with every fiber of her being.
So, let them lie to you, but don't let them fool you.  We all may not say it, but we all feel it:
We are in this together. 

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