Silence is Golden

Wanna know how I know? I never have it. Ever. Someone is always talking to me, yelling at me, needing something, looking for something. Its absolutely constant from the moment feet hit the floor in the morning to the moment I tuck them into bed at night. I cannot formulate a thought of my own, complete a sentence or make a phone call without immediate interruption. At the moment of this writing I have been interrupted no less than 5 times and I haven't even completed 5 sentences AND only 1 of my children is currently awake.

Do you understand where I am coming from?

Imagine that every day, all day, someone wanted/needed something from you. their shit, a conversation, food, drink, clothes, etc. And every moment you turned around to start helping, responding etc, the next thing is being thrown at you as well. Where would your brain be by the end of the day?

that's what i thought.

My question is... how the hell can you get some peace and quiet along the way? Oh yeah, i tried engaging them. We went outside this morning and played in the playhouse, rode bikes, painted AND played with play-dough. And you know its serious when i break out the play dough because I hate that stuff. its disgusting. from the texture to the smell to the way it hides under your nails, its revolting. But i did it. I acted like the parent and I put aside my distaste and played with it to make the kids happy......

so who is gonna sacrifice for the next round? Because I covered all that before lunch time and I got nothin left now. And lunch prep? I had been asked for 2 days to make hummus. So today for lunch, I make hummus. Cut veggies. Super healthy right? Lunch looks lovely, and they screamed and yelled and beat doors and called for DAAAAAAADDDYYYYYYY! the whole time, and yet I kept my shit together and did not give up and just throw some hotdogs on a plate with some ketchup as their "vegetable"... no... I made it all. from scratch. took less than 1/2 hour to get it all together and on the table.....

"did you put pepper in the hummus? It seems spicy to me."

"momma, do you know how i like to eat my hummus? just a little tiny dab on just a few of my carrots."

"hummus is good sometimes. like when you make those hummus sandwiches with the cucumbers and cheese and stuff? I like that."

So, I did what any reasonable parent in my situation would do. I sent a text to my work at home husband that said: please come down right now and sit with your kids while they eat lunch. I must go walk around the block RIGHT NOW.

because at that moment, i was running the risk of having my kids watch me smash the bowl of lovingly made hummus on the kitchen floor, punch myself in the face, and walk out the door with no idea as to how or when i might return.

ya feel me? anyone? no?

ok, I guess its just me then. Oh well.

In other news:

I've made some new friends up in the hood, and tonight we are getting our kids together to play while we sit around and have adult conversation. Can you believe it?!?!?! YEA!

-over and out-