Hide out

I hide out in the kitchen so i can’t see the total destruction that goes on in the other rooms. the toy explosions. the crayon and paint and sidewalk chalk on the walls.

 

i feel isolated from them. the minute i go sit down to eat, i have to get up because they need something. or are stealing my food. or something.

 

so i stay in here, mostly.

 

they come in here and things get tossed on the ground here, too.

 

i remind them not to throw things on the ground. over and over. the same thing. again and again. i have them pick it up, put it back. someday they won’t just randomly toss things on the ground.  but not any time soon.

 

i could take the chalk or crayon or paintbrush from the toddler. i should. sometimes i do.  sometimes not. his screams of outrage grate on me, make me want to tear out my hair.

 

i have noise sensitivities i never knew about until i had kids.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Aug 11, 2013 @ 10:58:46

    I hear ya, girl. They’ll find you if they really need you.

    Reply

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