Last night I had a bit of a tantrum.
It involved:
- Rules.
- The children that keep breaking them.
- Children in general
- My children, specifically
- Marriage
- Husbands, in theory
- The husband sitting at our dinner table – so not in theory anymore.*
- You know, pretty much all the nonnegotiables in my life. Like the stuff I’m stuck with. FOREVERRRRRRR.
I’m very grateful for my family. I am. Last night I forgot that. It’s just… they are adorable and wonderful,
But holy nuclear family we are always ALL AROUND EACH OTHER.
Last night’s conversation, in all its brilliance, went like this:
Blonde: What is this?
Momsie: Dinner. Eat, minion.
Red: I don’t like the green stuff.
Dad: I think it’s yummy! (False bravado, here.)
Blonde and Red: withering stares at Dad. Well, not Red. He can’t master the wither. Bless his heart.
Momsie: Justeatitsgoodforyou. (Growling, here.)
Dad: So, how was your day?
No one responds since he didn’t address anyone specifically, and we are all a bit lost when it comes to polite dinner conversation.
Momsie: Blonde, how WAS your day? (Pointedly, here, with much foreshadowing that there needs to be a sweet and gentle answer of joy.)
Blonde: I think the green stuff in here is gonna kill me. (Totally dropping the ball on the sweet and gentle bit.)
Momsie: THATSITIHAVEHADITWHATWHYCANTWEJUSTUGGGGHHH.
Dad: I think the green stuff if YUMMY!
Blonde: My day was yucky. Just like the green stuff.
Momsie: It’s not like I’m feeding you NAPALM. NOW JUST EAT IT.
Red: Napalm! This is the only word I will remember from this conversation! And someday, I’ll tell my Sunday School teacher my mommy feeds us napalm! Napalm! YOU CAN COUNT ON IT!
I think I need a safe room.
Especially at 6 pm. Really, really need a room then. A small one, is all I ask. With some throw pillows. Maybe a scented candle. Padded walls.
So… a friend of mine just recently gifted me with this bit of furry perfection:
I apologize for the grainy picture. I was too distracted by chocolate to really worry about quality photography. I wanted to eat, y’all, not work on focus.
You know, actually, I think that pretty much sums my day to day existence. Eating. Not much focus.
Anyhow. Grumpy cat is my sweet muse.
In fact, he is staring at me right now as I post this bit of nonsense about how I am grumpy at times.
We all get grumpy. Yes. We even say things we regret. So this morning, I told said, “Sorry I was grumpy.” Blonde eyed his breakfast and said, “I love this! And I forgive you, mommah.”
Red said: “Is dis the napalm? It has raisins in it!!”
* Yes. I know. You’re probably thinking – the husband bit? He was never all that annoying? He tried to stick up for the green stuff… and he was sweet and positive and all that. I know.
I really had no reason to be annoyed at the husband. It’s POSSIBLE I was just annoyed at the world and air and anyone breathing air in my vicinity.
It’s possible… I was mad at the husband… simply because he was sitting there.
Yep! That’s marriage!
But you know? He kissed me goodnight as I drifted off to sleep, and this morning, he kissed me awake. And he was still breathing air and all. And he forgave me, even though I didn’t ask it of him.
And that, my friends, is marriage.
And a really good man.
No napalm here.
