I have to take these photos. I have to. They make me think that I’ve got this all under control. The kids are sitting, peacefully eating. The toys are mostly kind of picked up. There’s a child’s painting on the wall, so it looks like we must have art time. There’s a small animal cage, so it looks like I’m able to keep kids AND small animals alive at the same time. The kids look kind of put together from this angle, right? So perhaps this is all just a bit more under control than it feels?
But here’s the truth...
You see Toren’s right leg? He’s about to make a bolt for it. The kid eats one bite and then runs around the house. Repeat and repeat no matter what I threaten. I pushed the toys to the side so the mess wouldn’t be in the picture. I really did. That painting, I like it. I like the colors. I do not like the colors of the pen Miela chose to scribble across my cabinets or the paint she threw across my living room carpet. Those I could do without. Is that hamster still alive? Pawsy Poos, who feeds you? Are you there still? Miela fell out of the stroller and landed on her face, which is pretty banged up. Not strapping her in was a massive mom-fail. Toren has an awful lot of yogurt on his face that he will inevitably smear across my couch later.
So, no, it’s not more under control than it feels. But one day, a long time from now, I will show my kids this picture and say, “See? I had you two so well trained. You were so civilized and the house was in such order.” I’m going to do that. I just know it.
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