Friday, June 17, 2011

a parenting photo memory


I stumbled across this photo this morning, while flipping through old pictures with Girlio.  Ahhhhh memory lane.  Not so much in a good way.  This photo occured after the worst day of parenting I have ever had.  It was around month three of constant, all day (and sometimes all night) intense toddler tantrumming, while simultaneously caring for a new-ish baby who refused steadfastly to sleep.  And by day's end, I was just broken.  Exhausted.  Emotionally spent.  Utterly convinced that this gig was too fucking hard.  L found me after finally settling down  the kids to bed, crying on the kitchen floor, having not had the energy to actually make it to a chair or couch.  And she quietly openned a bottle of wine and poured.  A couple of bottles of wine and ice cream straight from the container later, we still hadn't moved from the kitchen floor.   But we had somehow moved through tears into laughter, replenishing our energy to move on past the day, and onto the next.  And of course, things did get better and easier and more manageable. 

So I'm posting this picture as a reminder that there's always the kitchen floor, a coupla bottles of wine and some ice cream right outta the container to help get you through the tough spots. 

8 comments:

  1. Looks like my kind of floor. Who could ask for anything more?

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  2. I am having one of those days. Thanks for sending me the instructions on how to make it better :)

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  3. Hey, Linda, you beat me here with your wit and humor.

    Mama T, your story is cute and touching, but what I want to know is this: where's the puke, or are you telling us that each of you ate half of all that ice cream and washed it down with a whole bottle of wine without throwing up? If so, you're better women than I've ever been. Well, wait, I'm a man so that didn't come out right, but you know what I mean. In any event, reading this confirms the wisdom of my decision to only parent cats and dogs. They're plenty trouble enough for me--and, as an added feature, they throw-up without drinking any booze or eating any ice cream.

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  4. Thanks for that. You are a wise woman. My wine is chilling right now.

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  5. @ Snowbrush - if memory serves, neither the first bottle of wine, nor the ice cream container were full. And no, we didn't puke.

    Mama T

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  6. "Snowbrush - if memory serves..."

    Oh, my, now we're having blackouts, are we!!!???

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  7. Well it was a year and a half ago - and my old memory ain't what it used to be. :)

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