An Evening Away
** This post was written BEFORE we went on vacation to Canada but we're back from Canada now, and I'm just now posting this. More on our Canada vacation to come.**
Tonight I escaped. To one of my favorite places in Chicagoland. I just needed to be alone. And quiet. Sans kids. And these delightful, yet somehow exhausting words played over and over and OVER again: "Mommy. Mom. Mom. MOMMMMMMMMM."
Not that I don't love that word. Not that I don't love the sweet voices that say that word. Not that I haven't, for as long as I can remember, wanted to "be" that word.
And yet ...
IF I HEAR THAT WORD ONE MORE TIME I THINK I WILL SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ....
I'm just weary of saying, "IF YOU NEED ME COME FIND ME INSTEAD OF SCREAMING MY NAME FROM THE OTHER ROOM 2 DOZEN TIMES IN A ROW."
A girl can only take so much.
So, I escaped here.
Just me, my Bible and my Beth Moore Bible study.
There was only one time when a family with little ones came through and I thought to myself, "PLEASE DON'T PLANT YOURSELVES HERE BECAUSE I CAN'T TAKE ONE MINUTE MORE OF CHILDREN TODAY. KEEP ON MOVIN' PEOPLE. KEEP ON MOVIN'. AND IF I HEAR THEM SAY 'MOM' I MIGHT JUST JUMP UP AND DOWN AND THROW A TEMPER TANTRUM. RIGHT ON THE SPOT. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PERFECT LITTLE HIDEAWAY."
And if you have one of those little gadgets that counts the laps at the gym, I'd like to borrow it for a day, to count how many times I hear my title. Seriously, I'm thinking it's upwards of 500 times. I might even do a free giveaway and have a little "guess how many times Alysa gets called Mom in a 24-hour period." And the winner will get my children for a DAY.
Anyone else relate?
Tonight I escaped. To one of my favorite places in Chicagoland. I just needed to be alone. And quiet. Sans kids. And these delightful, yet somehow exhausting words played over and over and OVER again: "Mommy. Mom. Mom. MOMMMMMMMMM."Not that I don't love that word. Not that I don't love the sweet voices that say that word. Not that I haven't, for as long as I can remember, wanted to "be" that word.
And yet ...
IF I HEAR THAT WORD ONE MORE TIME I THINK I WILL SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ....
I'm just weary of saying, "IF YOU NEED ME COME FIND ME INSTEAD OF SCREAMING MY NAME FROM THE OTHER ROOM 2 DOZEN TIMES IN A ROW."
A girl can only take so much.
So, I escaped here.
Just me, my Bible and my Beth Moore Bible study.There was only one time when a family with little ones came through and I thought to myself, "PLEASE DON'T PLANT YOURSELVES HERE BECAUSE I CAN'T TAKE ONE MINUTE MORE OF CHILDREN TODAY. KEEP ON MOVIN' PEOPLE. KEEP ON MOVIN'. AND IF I HEAR THEM SAY 'MOM' I MIGHT JUST JUMP UP AND DOWN AND THROW A TEMPER TANTRUM. RIGHT ON THE SPOT. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PERFECT LITTLE HIDEAWAY."
And if you have one of those little gadgets that counts the laps at the gym, I'd like to borrow it for a day, to count how many times I hear my title. Seriously, I'm thinking it's upwards of 500 times. I might even do a free giveaway and have a little "guess how many times Alysa gets called Mom in a 24-hour period." And the winner will get my children for a DAY.Anyone else relate?