Please tell me I'm not the only mom who's hidden in the closet.
Yesterday was a day that called for no fewer than 3 bowls of ice cream. It was a day where I had to warn Chris before he got home of everyone's mood. Then, when he did get home and asked what he could do, I said, "Take care of everything!!!" I handed over the baby and left to be alone for JUST A GOSH DANG MINUTE. (Which turned in to 30, but we don't count in these situations. Take all the time you need, sister.)
But where to retreat within the house? I was going to relax on the couch, but still would have heard McKenna's screams that have become her whole voice, and I knew if Ariana could see me at all, I'd hear the constant refrain of "mommymommymommymommymommymommy." So where was the most secluded place I could think of?
Ariana's closet. Currently being used for storage.
But no one would ask me for anything!
In fact, when Chris found me in there a few minutes later (no! Go away!!!), he was puzzled but didn't ask much, and soon he even brought me dinner. I looked at old, packed away scrapbooks and escaped my current life for 30 minutes.
Which life is really great. Normally, I love helping Ariana understand more about this great big world we live in. And while I could always do with less screams from McKenna - at least they are happy screams! I am so lucky to be their mother. And so so blessed to have a husband who can take care of it all when I can't. Because some days are throw-yourself-from-a-cliff kind of days. This whole week has been, actually.
What do you do to chill or deal with hard days? I'm actually asking. I feel lost in this. And I'm talking about the days where your neck might snap if you hear one more _________ (whatever your pet peeves are).