I’ve been having a little bit of burnout with the whole stay at home mom thing lately. I love staying at home and know I’m lucky to be able to do so, but it can be a little overwhelming sometimes. Just like any job, you need a day off every once in a while, and I have been in need of one for a while.
Saturday I reached my breaking point. Samantha had a soccer game in the morning. As Sean works Saturdays, I took all three kids by myself. It was fine until one of the other players started crying. That made Samantha not want to play. So I had her on the sidelines, clinging to my leg like a baby koala, Penny was tired and wanted to be held, and Ella thought it was funny to run onto the field during the game. I realize it’s just a little kids game, but I feel strongly that my kids not be disruptive by playing on the field during a game. So I’m trying to pry Sammy off and get her back in the game, carry Penny who is crying because she really wants to nurse, not just be held, and grab Ella who really thinks it’s fun to run away from Mommy.
I was exhausted after the game. However, our neighbor had invited us to her house because she had decided to rent a big water slide for the day. She’s done this before and the girls loved it. It’s inflatable like a bounce house and not quite two stories high with a two foot pool at the bottom. It’s big enough for 3 adults to slide down at the same time. So we headed over there after lunch.
I told the girls prior to leaving we would be staying only one hour because then it would be time for Ella’s and Penny’s nap and for Penny to eat. Then I gave them a 10 minute warning, then a 5 minute warning, then a 2 minute warning, then a 1 minute warning. Then it was time to go. They wouldn’t come out. Samantha kept climbing up and going down the slide. Ella kept running to the middle of the pool at the bottom. I could not get them out. Penny was crying because she was hot, hungry, and tired. Both of my neighbor’s kids had stopped sliding twenty minutes earlier and were clearly ready for a nap. But they wouldn’t come out. It took my neighbor, yelling at them, twice, for them to come out, kicking and screaming.
When we got home I yelled at them for not listening, told them they had embarrassed me, and that we would not be doing that again. I then also told them that their not listening is why Mommy doesn’t do fun things like go to the park, the zoo, or the aquarium with them. It’s too dangerous for me to have little girls who think it’s funny to run away from me. Sammy seemed to understand at least. Then, Ella wouldn’t take a nap and proceeded to scream for an hour out of sheer exhaustion.
I booted their little butts to the backyard, called Sean, and told him I needed a day off or someone was going to be throttled.
So Tuesday it was. I went to Santa Monica and got a nice new pair of running shoes at a running store where they look at how you walk and suggest shoes that will help correct whatever it is that needs correcting, or whatever. I tried on three pairs of shoes with no children pulling the paper out of the box or knotting the laces up or whining. Then I went to the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica and spent an hour trying on jeans at Lucky. I got two pairs, but will be returning one. I got a little caught up in the whole thing and bought a pair of straight leg jeans. What was I thinking? Then I headed to Nordstrom’s. I wound up getting caught talking to some lady at the make-up counter and had to leave before my free parking ran out, but still, I got some jeans!
I went home, had some lunch in quiet, and then headed out to get my hair cut. It was such a nice, quiet day. I’m feeling much better now. So, thanks to my hubby for watching the kids for a whole day! Next time, I’m going to a spa. :)