Okay back to the business at hand, getting into the mommy swing of things again. Which has been as hard as I expected. It's odd because as much as I enjoy taking a break, I hate taking a break because it's so difficult for me to return to all the stuff I needed a break from. You know, laundry, cooking meals (or as Greg will probably point out since we've returned, ordering pizza and heating up food in the microwave), the whining, the fighting, housework, running the kids to and from school, and all the other annoying stay at home mom crap I do. Anyone have a spare motivational pep talk? Oh and the worst? The kids and the sun have been rising between 6:30-7am. As much as I hate the whole concept of Daylight Savings time, we seriously need to be on "summer" time now.
It's all backwards. I feel like I should come back from a vacation and feel rested and ready to deal with all the mundane aspects of my life. Instead I feel... Well, resentful. Which is bad, very bad and causes mommy guilt. Every time I hear someone whine "Mommy!", I want to scream. I think instead of refilling my nearly bottomless pit of patience, the vacation completely emptied and demolished it.
I really don't want to delve too deeply and think that maybe this issue has come up because of some fundamental problems with my life. And I don't even want to think about the changes that would need to be made to fix it if that's the case and I'm not just being a self-centered bitch at the moment. Hiring a maid, a cook, and a nanny would be the easy way out and I don't see that happening. Do they have a de-whining class I can sign the kids up for? And a laundry fairy? I'll shove all the laundry under the bed and it'll magically be cleaned and folded when I wake up. Forget the cabana boys, I now have laundry fairies in my fantasy world.
Maybe it'll get better in a few days. Maybe I could continue being a rotten mom and buy earplugs and stock in Lunchables. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't go as far as the Lunchables. It's probably just as difficult for the kids to adjust to not having a constant play mate babysitter and ice cream with every meal. Still... I wish I could believe in laundry fairies.
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