Just Walking Away...

This is a quasi serious subject so I will try to make it light and goofy and hopefully no one will think I am crazy or call child services on me. I just had one of those weeks...you know, the ones where you are like - hmmm if I could just walk away from this life, what would it be like? As I walk Clifford down the street, I run the numbers of my savings account in my head and wonder...could I make it to cuba? Just me and Clifford, on a beach, working at a surf shop, throwing the ball to my trusty dog? Of corse the idea is absurd...but trust me, every mom (and I found out dad too) has had it at one point. No matter how serious or not serious you are...you have that thought. Let me back track on my week and you will see that really I had reason to want to run screaming down the street.

First thing - my parents came to town...I love my parents...but my mom and I had quite a few altercations regarding my parenting skills. You should do this Kelly. Oh Finn loves it when I do this. You should really bath him before bed Kelly. Don’t put him to bed Kelly - I want to play with him. I think your parenting ‘ideas’ are a little weird Kelly. We didn’t do that with our babies...need I go on?

Then Mothers Day happened...my first Mothers Day...not what I was envisioning my day to be like, but at least I did get a card and a plant near the end of the day. I guess my expectations of being waited on were a little high, but it was quite depressing.

Thirdly, I got a visit from Aunt Flo this week...first time since Finn was born. My hormones were out of control and my mother felt the need to tell me this every 10 min. Gee you sure are crabby Kelly...this isn’t the Kelly I know and love...sigh...

Next on the list is my husbands work schedule...always the bain of my existence as he gets calls all day and all night, works late almost always and this week worked more then usual. Normally he is my rock, my shoulder to cry on when my ‘rents get on my nerves, but he was GONE all week. Plus I was still mad at him for my non-mothers day hoopla...second sigh...

Finally the piece de resistance was that Saturday we were going to celebrate my birthday with my folks - get a cake - Troy would make my fav supper - all golden right? Wrong...the day started with my mother acting like a baby and us have a huge row over my parenting skills...I basically lost my shit on her. Next Troy was miserable and sick and could barely talk to me which made the dinner crap-tastic. Then Finn decides to scream before bed and for an hour so our dinner was delayed greatly and things just didn’t taste very good after that. I did get a cake, but I was so worked up and annoyed by the week that it was really something I just wanted to end so that I could go to bed.

I think you get the gist as to why I wanted to RUN...not walk away from my life this week. We all have those bad ones and they truly suck. Try to take some ‘serenity now’ moments, take some private time to breathe & never..I mean never...invite your parents to come up for 9 days straight!