It's official. I'm drowning in meatballs. These last few days have reminded me of this whimsical children's book. A quirky town, unusual weather, never-ending randomness. Food haphazardly dropping from the skies, the people of ChewandSwallow left with little choice but to enjoy the madness, take the good with the bad, and accept that raining food three times a day is part of life. I wish my "meatballs" tasted half as good.
At breakfast, it rains disaster. Not an "OMG DCF is gunna take my kids" disaster, but a "when will I ever get a handle on all the laundry/toys/dishes and what is that sticky stuff I just stepped on" disaster. I look at it all and I can't even figure out where to start, so I don't. I suck as a housekeeper. I try to find creative ways to get better, but they always fail.
At lunch time, it snows pandemonium. It's very scary. 7th graders intent on behaving like the biggest fools in life. Attention whores, drama queens, and plain old freaks run rampant at that place. There's never enough consequences to put a stop to the behavior, meaning each day is worse than the day before. Just today one of my resident crazies told her group-mates that she wanted her boyfriend to help her kill her grandparents, this was after telling them yesterday that she had killed her parents, and the baby that she was supposedly pregnant with while I was on maternity leave. What is wrong with people? I swear I didn't know anyone like this when I was in middle school. I am an optimist by nature, so for me to fear for the future of mankind the situation must be dire. And it is.
By dinner time, it hails exhaustion. This is the part when I walk around in a daze. Going through the motions of feeding and bathing little ones, all while trying not to fall asleep. This is the time when I see my husband for part of our daily hour as spouses, to try to catch up on the last 23 hours, and prepare for the next. This is when I do my best to stay up long enough to pack his midnight lunch, and send him off to work. This is when I try to spend quality time with the kids, and the baby. This is when the reality of our collective burdens overwhelm me, despite my best efforts to conquer them. This is when I realize the house is a disaster, and wish I could get it together, but don't. This is when I fail miserably at all of it.
The next day, it starts all over.
I'd take meatballs any day.
At breakfast, it rains disaster. Not an "OMG DCF is gunna take my kids" disaster, but a "when will I ever get a handle on all the laundry/toys/dishes and what is that sticky stuff I just stepped on" disaster. I look at it all and I can't even figure out where to start, so I don't. I suck as a housekeeper. I try to find creative ways to get better, but they always fail.
At lunch time, it snows pandemonium. It's very scary. 7th graders intent on behaving like the biggest fools in life. Attention whores, drama queens, and plain old freaks run rampant at that place. There's never enough consequences to put a stop to the behavior, meaning each day is worse than the day before. Just today one of my resident crazies told her group-mates that she wanted her boyfriend to help her kill her grandparents, this was after telling them yesterday that she had killed her parents, and the baby that she was supposedly pregnant with while I was on maternity leave. What is wrong with people? I swear I didn't know anyone like this when I was in middle school. I am an optimist by nature, so for me to fear for the future of mankind the situation must be dire. And it is.
By dinner time, it hails exhaustion. This is the part when I walk around in a daze. Going through the motions of feeding and bathing little ones, all while trying not to fall asleep. This is the time when I see my husband for part of our daily hour as spouses, to try to catch up on the last 23 hours, and prepare for the next. This is when I do my best to stay up long enough to pack his midnight lunch, and send him off to work. This is when I try to spend quality time with the kids, and the baby. This is when the reality of our collective burdens overwhelm me, despite my best efforts to conquer them. This is when I realize the house is a disaster, and wish I could get it together, but don't. This is when I fail miserably at all of it.
The next day, it starts all over.
I'd take meatballs any day.
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