I have a burning heating pad on my stomach for reasons I don’t feel like explaining to my sons. It’s the only relief I’ve had all day. My kids are arguing about the TV. There’s some pushing, yelling. There may be swords involved. Was I seriously expecting them to work it out? I call them into the bedroom to try to figure out which one’s whining I CAN’T handle. They’re overjoyed to watch TV in HERE WITH ME! GREAT IDEA, MOM!
How do you tell your child to get off you because it feels like someone is balling up your insides and shoving them into a much too small tube lined with glass shards?
Mama needs some space. And a better heating pad.
To hell with their delicate psyches. They seem like smart kids and will do well in life. I’m sure they’ll be able to afford the therapy bills.