Never, ever become a smug parent. The day after I wrote about winning at parenting (I mean, it was the perfect day, I even said to Bart, “Don’t bother with the 8th of May, today was mother’s day for me”), Cappers broke her fingers.
Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in.
I see the Tuesday / Wednesday combo of last week as a microcosm of life. The minute you feel like you’re doing it all right, you get punched in the face by reality. Tuesday I’m having the best day ever, Wednesday the absolute worst.
See, we don’t get to win. We start feeling like we’re winning and things start breaking.
So, it’s been a solid week of hospital / doctor / x-ray visits, nurse duties, worry and sleepless nights for us. All slotted neatly into the chaos of everyday working and school holiday / back to school life. Then last night I fronted up for my fourth consecutive year as overnight Band Camp mum and as I reluctantly drove there I just thought, “Being a parent sux balls.”*
Then I thought my usual thinks when things get broken:
- This is all too much
- We do too much
- We have too much stuff
- I hate Sydney traffic
Then I start searching for properties in the Hawkesbury / Dandenong Ranges / Pilbarra and tell Bart to pack his bags, we’re moving. We’re going to grow Sorghum some place nice. Mainly because I like the word sorghum and nice places.
No matter how many times I do this to him, Bart always has the patience of a saint (because he generally has the patience of a saint) and pretends that this is a really good idea. One day he will call my bluff and have the house listed and boxed up before I come to my senses.
I always come to my senses. I like where we live just fine. All it takes is for me to get a couple of good nights’ sleep and everything feels like it’s been pieced back together. Except hands. Hands take a good six weeks of sleeps.
How’s your world right now?
* For the record, the Badoo and the band camp girls were the sweetest, funniest, cheekiest angels last night and went a long way to reminding me that parenting might suck sometimes, but the rest of the time it’s bloody brilliant.