Disclaimer: CAUTION,Irritated mom…the following may contain less than loving comments and thoughts. Any lack of adoration or joy is completely and wholly the truth.
Can someone please tell me how I can share in one breath the joys and moment to moment delights of being a mom and all of a sudden BAM!…I can only see through eyes of irritation, frustration and simmering anger!?!
“Can we have anything nice?” Is the constant mantra from my husband Paul. I hear these words when he tries to start our car amidst an array of papers, Mcdonald toys and sticky cupholders. I hear these words when the sound of our children slamming any door in the house, rings in our ears (this includes kitchen cabinets, sliding doors,pocket doors and car doors as well.) I opened our kitchen pantry the other day to find the peanut butter (picture above) with Reynolds Wrap being used as a type of lid-sling for the broken top. What makes this so curiously intersting is this…there is a hole in the middle of the lid, not a crack on the side, not a chip but a hole in the middle of the plastic lid. Do my children have access to some type of drill or peanut butter skillsaw, that I am not aware of? Today when I went to turn on my kitchen faucet, the handle came off in my hand. The guilty suspect is a 13year old boy we call, son. I have watched him use this faucet in ways that would earn a pat on the back from any NASCAR driver.
Irritated, annoyed, frustrated? You bet your tooshie I am. I am starting to believe that when God created these beautiful children that He knew how to manipulate my heart. Everytime I see a toothless grin or chubby arms raised over their heads beckoning to be picked up, I weaken like a bowl full of jello.
It got me to thinking that what I am feeling may possibly be ‘Stockholm Syndrome’. Now before you roll your eyes hear me out…I looked this syndrome up in the dictionary.
Stockholm syndrome n. A psychological condition in which hostages or victims of kid-nappings (my emphasis/hyphen added) sometimes develop positive feelings towards their captors, on whom they depend for their survival.
C’mon, admit it…you know it sounds like a completely logical explanation…