12 June 2007

Rest Area

I've been chain smoking and driving, and three minutes ago I threw a bottle of whiskey out the window and watched it shatter against a road sign.

Now I've pulled off to the side of the road while listening to, "and life's like an hour glass glued to the table, no one can find the rewind button dear, so cradle your head in your hands and breathe, just breathe".

While I'm here, I'll go ahead and cop to the fact that I don't actually smoke cigarettes, and that maybe once in my life I could have had a shot of something with Southern Comfort in it. I don't even toss gum out my window, let alone something that could shatter. Also, I drive a Mommy-mobile.

In essence, my writing is my driving and what I'm really doing is coping, because that is what I do. I can't be driving around like a drunken maniac with two kids in the back seat. They need me. Besides, Big A would have zero issues with contacting the appropriate authorities. ("Additionally, Judge, you might be interested in this little black book I've kept over the years. Yes, I also thought that categorizing the entries was an act of brilliance. It posed a slight challenge since some of the logs could definitely fit into one or more categories, but overall, I am glad you can appreciate the effect. I, too, love color graphs. Where do I need to sign"?)

Last night when I picked them up from the sitter, Little A was a disaster. She'd skipped her nap and had had an episode that day with her diaper and the contents there-of and the wall next to the crib she was supposed to be napping in. (One of the many reasons that you will never hear me say that I pay too much for day care. How do you put a price on that one?)

Little A was pulling her hair and trying to set herself free from her car seat, while Big A looked at her for a few moments.

Big A: Mom?

Me: Yes

Big A: Little A is a train wreck.

Me: Well, at least she comes by it honestly.







11 comments:

slouching mom said...

Oh.

Hugs to you and those sweet kids.

Christine said...

Hey you.

Doesn't a good cry help oh so much?

Take care, friend.

mamalang said...

Isn't it amazing how they always say just what we need to hear? More hugs :)

Her Grace said...

"Well, at least she comes by it honestly."

Love it. Tuesday's almost over, the end of the week is in sight. Still praying for good news.

flutter said...

I can only echo SM.

Ally said...

I am so sorry. "Sobbing at the stoplight." I'm flashing my beacon lights to you from Seattle, new friend.

BECC said...

I love you so much! You are not a "train wreck", you are "the track". Remember that.

Emptyman said...

I have absolutely nothing to contribute and no insights to share, but I'm feeling for you and wish I could help shoulder that burden for just a little bit while you catch your breath. The Tigers will be at the Nationals next week, if you were in the mood for a short, impromptu vacation...

deb said...

A hug, from one train wreck to another.

Oh, The Joys said...

It's post like this that leave me simply needing to admit that I was here reading, rather than lurking, as I just don't have the right words...

Aimee said...

No, darlings, not a train wreck - just human. So, so human. Cry it out, cry it all out - and know that someone in PA is flashing her lights too.