I wrote with such enthusiasm about my grand plans for the summer in the May 24th blog: Summertime: Ticks, Tricks and Moon over My Hammy http://tinyurl.com/jwfkkux
The four weeks of “vacation” are over and from the adorable snap shots you probably thought it was nothing but a blissful, perfect time. It was great. I am very fortunate. We created wonderful memories.
Someone pour a vodka shot in my eye – or what is more eloquently known as Vodka Eyeballing http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vodka_eyeballing)
So as I reenter my daily life my blood boils. My three children are hideous, sugar addicted, tired creatures that can’t make a good decision to save their lives.
They are sabotaging me in every way possible. Really, how can I have this much laundry to do? It’s been over five days and yet there are still piles. How can you moan and groan through the healthy dinner I made you eat and ten minutes later announce you are hungry? Why on earth would you stand outside my office doors staring at me while I work?
I am at a breaking point. Sell them? Forget that, it might take too long. I am giving away all three for free and I may offer a pig as dowry.
I can’t help but think of the blog that went viral earlier this year, “Worst end of year Mom ever” http://jenhatmaker.com/blog/2013/05/30/worst-end-of-school-year-mom-ever. An honest assessment of how much one can stand as an adult and as a parent before you are sure the universe is trying to destroy you. And that Mommy blogger is a preacher so I am absolutely permitted to voice my true sentiment about vacation and the aftermath.
I truly feel I am being tarred and feathered. So much so, that I looked up the history of the violent act. Here is what I found:
As the focus of tar and feathers shifted from informers to loyalists, the practice became more violent. In 1775, a physician named Abner Beebe was blistered by the hot tar poured upon him. The mob then “carried [him] to a Hog Sty & rubbed [him] over with Hogs [sic] Dung. They threw the Hog’s Dung in his Face, & rammed some of it down his Throat.”(6) In 1776, a Charleston mob committed a even grizzlier execution.
No wonder I felt a connection!
Folks, it is time to crack the whip and break their spirits. I need normalcy and my sanity back. I demand respect, an organized house, responsibility by all and school to start ASAP. All hail the year round school!