Today was one of those days when the boys drove me bonkers.
We had a good morning, and then I took them to the Maadi House early where we were meeting up with some other pregnant moms and their young children. Usually the boys take off and have a great time, and the only time I see them is when they come to down their food and drinks. But not today. Granted, there were no other kids there their age to play with, but then they usually just play with each other. Today however, they stood around me, in my eyes bugging me, as I was trying to visit with the ladies. I could be mid-sentence, wrapped up in an argument, when William would start asking me “How many days until we go to the States, mama? How many days?” over and over again, until I interrupted my conversation and addressed him. A perfectly exciting playground, a big lawn, a gaming room – none of these energy-consuming pleasures did they take advantage of; they hung around me most of the time, preventing me from engaging in proper socialization.
“In the pool,” I thought, “it will be different; they usually swim around and have fun in the pool.” As I got in the pool with Abraham, they started circling me like sharks, and never stopped hanging on my back, asking me to throw them, asking to hold Abraham, as they constantly pulled on him or kissed him.
Since we got home, they’ve been around me, asking me to provide answers, food, services, anything you can imagine, all the while tearing up the living room, chasing each other over the couches, screaming. “Mama, you said we were going to change our sheets YESTERDAY, and we still haven’t done it!” I look over at the pile of laundry. “Mama, I’m hungry; when’s dinner done?” I’m stirring a pasta sauce with one hand, holding a hungry baby with the other, while glancing at the pepper grinder wondering how I’m going to get spices in my sauce with only one hand. “Mama, can we do a baking project? We haven’t done one for ages!” What?! “Mama, could you print some pictures that we can color?” Maybe that will distract them while I try to get dinner on the table. “Mama, Abraham just pooped all over himself and his chair! Here he is!” William is bringing me Abraham whose diaper is making a stream of mustard-colored leakage across the floor. “Mama, I’m hungry! How many days until we go to the States?”
Aaarrrgh!
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I'm sending you hugs... I know I'm a stranger to you, but I've SOOO been there! The only thing that gets me through now is my good friend's words. She said every time she hears 'Mooom... this' or 'Moooom.... that' she tries to remember how desperately she hoped to one day hear those words, that she wanted nothing more than to be someone's 'Moooooommmm'. :) Hang in there... it will pass... the kids are probably just going through an adjustment phase with all the traveling.
::looks at her pregnant belly and shudders::
My 3 year old just now fell asleep; its 4am. I am now very afraid of the future :P
Is there some kind of English-speaking 'mommy group' in Maadi where (trustworthy) women babysit each other's children every now and then?
-Jessica
Thank you Kristi - I think you're right; it's the summer feeling that's messing the boys up.
Jessica: I know there's a moms & tots kind of group, but I've never been myself. Check the Oasis magazine for more information. It's usually listed in the back. We usually have the boys stay with friends, or we hire a baby sitter that we use sometimes.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who has days like this...although I only have one to deal with and not three. :) At least for a while...and then I'll only have two.
If it makes you feel any better I find William terribly entertaining.
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