My son had multiple meltdowns over the weekend. Screams and cries that turned silent because he couldn’t catch his breath, as snot and tears poured out of his eyes and nose.
It’s not easy to stay calm in these situations (ya think?) and often leads to an argument with Sam.
It looks like this:
I suggest we take George outside. Sam lets out an exasperated sigh. I take it personally. We argue in front of George, which is the one thing we promised we wouldn’t do, so we lose our patience even more. This escalates until one of us storms out of the room. Usually me. There might be a slammed door involved. If I can’t yell at least I can slam.
I’m writing this after I just slammed the back door on Sam and George. I made sure to get my final word in before dramatically flinging the door shut even though it barely made any noise when it closed. God dammit.
I can relate to George. I just threw my own tiny temper tantrum. Except I’m 37 years old. And can speak words.
Writing helped me cool off. So I’ll go downstairs and apologize to Sam and get back on the same page. And we will live to tackle another day of parenting.
This is my fourth time as a student in Write of Passage and every time I’m assigned the curation piece I feel inspired and excited but inevitably fall into the depths of despair writing it.
This time was no exception and I even cheated! I had a person in mind and knew exactly what I wanted to do. But as I started writing I felt lost and bored and stressed the F out. So I scrapped the whole thing and picked a new person. Which was equally stressful because I had less than a week to write it.
But just like every other essay and just like every other week, I found my way through.
I present to you my curation assignment: The MJ of field hockey: the talented, hard-working, and lovely Erin Matson.
Snickers and Twix
Sam bought the Costco bag of Halloween candy… in September.
When he saw the bag open he asked, incredulously, “Did you open the Halloween candy??”
To which I responded, “Did you not expect me to open the huge ass bag of brightly-wrapped Fun-Size chocolate bars sitting on our entry table??”
He reminded me they’re for trick-or-treaters and I reminded him, as I do daily, that I’m pregnant.
...Baby girl due February! :)
Until next week,