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Lifes Like That: Hawaii is only a plane ticket away
Sarah Carson
for Spotlight
“MOM! MOM? MOOOOOOOOM!!”
I’m currently hiding under the nearest mountain of dirty laundry (some of the clothing has dragged itself down the hallway, screaming over the hideous conditions at the bottom of the pile but I find it far preferable to the war zone that’s going on in my house right now). The only terms of endearment I’ve heard today range from “Little Punk” to “Retard” and even one name that I cannot repeat in this paper but have caught one potty mouthed little boy firing off from time to time.
Today all of our movies “suck”, the toys are too old, going outside is “stupid” and any and all other suggestions are tossed aside with a well-executed roll of the eyes.
Quite obviously I just do not understand the trials of 7 and 5 year olds, and in one fell swoop have become the biggest idiot on the planet.
I keep telling myself that one day, far, far in the future when I’m quietly enjoying a glass of wine, I’ll miss these days a little. When I’m sitting with an unsoiled rug at my feet and haven’t stepped on a tiny, pointy piece of Lego or squishy discarded noodle in ages.
When nobody is screaming “Mooom!” the very millisecond that I pick up the phone to yak with a long distance family member – or better yet – my banker.
When my showers aren’t interrupted by giggling little faces peeking around the curtain and laughing at my “missing parts”.
When going to the bathroom is not a group activity or an opportunity for questions that I’d rather not answer on the spot.
When dinnertime doesn’t find me standing at the counter, shovelling cold food into my mouth while the boys get suited up for that nights activity.
Ah, these days of small children and a mile-high list of things to do….that list which bottoms out at such instructions as “get some exercise” or “get a haircut”, or even “get a full nights rest”.
I asked a new empty nester recently if she missed the “old days” when her kids were little and busy and kept her hopping.
Expecting a mixed review, I had to laugh at her resounding and very definite “Are you nuts?”
In her opinion, she’s put her time in.
Now is the moment to stretch her wings and make some room for the things that she wants to do “just because”.
Ok, honestly, I don’t want to rush my boys. Each stage brings its own joys and its own set of struggles.
Just for today though, as I contemplate making a run for it, I will spend some time longing for an adults-only resort in some far distant place.
No diapers.
No piles of laundry that smell faintly of urine and hardly include an intact pair of knees.
No popcorn crushed into the carpet or goopy cinnamon roll residue stuck to the chair.
As I try to disguise myself as just another sweatshirt in this pile of clothing, I will take a moment to dream ….. and if all else fails …. hey - it’s got to be 5 o’clock somewhere…
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