This morning I felt myself almost go into another dimension. Want to keep it really real? Here's excerpts of an actual email I was exchanging with my friends:
It's like, I get up early and ALL THE KIDS get up, too. They know Mom is up! So I must get up too! And when I go to bed at night it's usually with one of them. WHEN DOES THIS SHIFT END AND OH HOW TEMPTED I WAS TO LEAVE OUT THAT F
This morning the kids did absolutely every annoying loud thing all in a span of fifteen minutes, like, NON STOP and I could see myself outside of myself, like about to snap. I am going out of town for two nights by myself in a couple weeks and the little guilt I had about leaving is ABSOLUTELY gone now. Like, zip. I need to get away or I am going to lose it. Oh man, I love my kids, but this is about me.and then I tweeted:
I know I choose to parent this way, I know, I know. It's very attached. But that doesn't mean I won't have growing pains along the way, or am exempt from being dramatic about it. Sheesh, mothers that do things way different than me complain about their life, their choices, too.
Somewhat unrelated, the drive home yesterday:
My mind goes there.
Somewhat related: I'm ordering Chinese for dinner.