My kids can smell "fatigue" from across the room! It's a gift. Some might call it Murphy's Law but I know better. If I'm physically spent and mentally exhausted you can bet your last dollar that world war three will errupt in my home. They seem to relish torturing me! Their short, sharp, high-pitched commands are ricocheting inside my skull. Mommy I want, Mommy I need, Mommy, Mommy... MOMMY!!! I have such a headache. (ouch!) I'm seconds away from going postal and TRUST ME, I'm not even kidding. My brain feels like it's about to explode and I know from experience that this situation could get ugly fast. But, I refuse to turn into Momzilla and lash out like a lunatic. It's not who I want to be. So deep breath. Motrin. Divide and conquer. I shall return!
(Insert Jeopardy "waiting" music!)
I'm back, dead to the world but triumphant! Now I'm no expert, but I'm not gonna lie, I problem solve like a flippin rockstar! I removed kid #2 from the equation by taking him to a friend's house for an impromptu playdate. (Sorry Allison!) I allowed kid #1 some exclusive computer time! And I popped a new DVD in (from my super secret stash!) for kid #3! Ding! Ding! Ding! I win! My prize is blissful silence! Could parenting really be this easy? Did I just put an end to "debilitating chaos"! Yes I did! Woot! Woot! Mothers of America... you're welcome! You want to know what's awesome? Being blessed with compliant offspring, kids who listen and truly fear consequences. That's what's awesome!
Although I realize that my quiet time will be short lived, I went from pulling my hair out to sweet sweet silence! I'm no Supermom but I sure did save the day! (Striking Superhero pose and grinning ear to ear!)