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There was a time…

October 25, 2006

Before I found Sandals, Harvest….church……God…..

I was more crazy than now. Like, WAY more. My children made me want to run away from home.  I forgot that for awhile, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t able to handle life as a stay-at-home-mom. But reading back throughmy old online journal, I remember how truly intolerable it was for me back then.  Something that would make me roll my eyes now, and maybe even elicit a little giggle, used to send me over the edge.

Following are some examples.  I posed these in my old online journal back in late 2004.  So Dex was just about to turn 3, and Sadie was 5 and a half.

Me: Hi Baby! How was your day?
Dex: Because.
Me: Did you have fun at school?
Dex: Because why.

Walking from the car to the house after picking Dex up from pre-school...
Dex: Mama, I watch choo-choo movie?
Me: Sure!
Dex: Thanks! I wanna watch choo-choo movie.
Me: OK Dexter, let’s get in the house and take your shoes off, then you can lay on mama’s bed and watch it.
Dex: OK mama.
Me: *opens door*
Dex: MAMA I WATCH CHOO-CHOO MOVIE NOW?
Me: YES DEXTER, let’s just get your sho…
Dex: I WANNA WATCH CHOO-CHOO MOVIE!@##
Me: Dexter! You CAN watch the choo-choo movie, let’s just get your shoes off first!
Dex: ok
Me: *takes one shoe off*
Dex: Now I watch choo-choo movie?
Me: Dexter. Please. Let me get both of your shoes off, then you can go in my bed and watch your choo-choo movie.
Dex: ok
Me: *takes other shoe off*
Dex: YAY, CHOO-CHOO MOVIE!!@
Me: Grr…*puts him in the bed, leaves the room to get the choo-choo movie from the living room*
Dex: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA WATCH MY CHOO-CHOO MOVIE
Me: I. am going. to get. the choo-choo movie. from. the other room, Dexter.
Dex: Den I watch choo-choo movie?
Me: Yes.  And then I’m going to hit myself in the head with a hammer.
(Even in my crazy, I didn’t actually say that last sentence)

Between him and Sadie, man…I just…Tom’s going to come home one day and I’m going to be huddled on the floor in the corner of the kitchen, shaking uncontrollably, mumbling unintelligibly, peanut butter in my hair…just…snapped.
That’s it for now.  I think you get the idea.  The moral of the story is: God makes things better.  God and therapy.

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3 comments

  1. my wife is going to get a kick out of this post. too funny….


  2. I’m glad! 🙂


  3. Oh, I feel you sister. I sooooo feel you. But for me the huddling in the corner, shaking uncontrollably and mumbling unintelligibly is pretty much an everyday occurence. 😉 I am sooooo jealous of people on Paxil. I need a happy place too. 🙂



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