Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Perfect Storm

Have you ever had one of those times in your life when everything just came at you in such a way you thought - What the ???

I am so there.  It started last weekend.  One by one my family started dropping like flies.  Well, more descriptive to the situation they started losing their minds.  It started with the youngest, apropos.  He was just not ready for school to start or daddy to leave on his trip.  Too much stressful stuff all in one box for my beautiful little boy.  Hence, he became The Shrieking Banshee.  Every time I turned around that child was screaming at the top of his lungs.

It didn't take long for my other son to follow him down the rabbit hole.  He suddenly realized that there was a reason I had been asking him to finish his summer homework assignments a little at time all summer long.  He now had about three days to get it all done and Mom wasn't feeling very altruistic at this point.  He became Eeyore.  Humphing, sitting in his room, finally resorting to tears.  OK, trying to use a glue stick with one hand due to the broken elbow was probably pushing it, I caved in to help him get that done.

My husband feeling the stress of leaving me all alone with the kids while they were both falling apart, oh and maybe the fact that he was just realizing what all needed to be done before he left decided it was his turn.  He turned into The Incredible Hulk.  He could be fine one minute but then the Shrieking Banshee would start in and suddenly The Hulk would appear.

I literally felt like I was in the middle of a bad Avenger's episode as someone like Pepper Potts.  No super powers, special suits, or real talents- just good looks.  (Don't know about you but I just cracked myself up!! Ah, that was a good one, give me a minute.)

But feeling the stress of all that was happening myself, running from one mess to the next, and to totally top this hot mess off- I was PMS'ing.  I swear our house looked like the scene from Ghostbusters where the ghost has taken over the roof of the apartment building and it's now glowing green and swirling with clouds.

It was not my finest moments...nor is it winning me Mother of the year.  But you know what they say about a Perfect Storm - it can only happen once a century. Thank God!

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