Being a stay-at-home-mom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be some days. There are those days when both you and your child feel isolated and trapped in a box. You are going stir crazy trying to find ways of keeping your little one amused and they are doing their best to get into every thing you don’t want them to be into. They won’t eat. They won’t sleep. You can’t concentrate because of all the whining and crying. You’re ready to kill each other or have seriously considered slitting your own throat to put yourself out of the misery. This is when you know it’s time to get out and do something not planned. It doesn’t matter what else you thought you had to do that day. Put all that aside. Rethink your priorities, get the car keys, and drive somewhere. Anywhere.
Today was one of those days. No one is sleeping well in our house again. By morning we’re all cranky and irritable. Shorty has decided that he is going on a sorta, kinda eating strike so he is hungry but won’t eat. I haven’t as of yet figured out why he’s doing this. He’s bored. I’m bored. He’s cranky and hungry. I’m tired and cranky. I’m out of patience and ideas.
By 12:30 this afternoon I couldn’t take it anymore. I packed up our things and to McDonald’s we went. Not exactly my favorite place to eat but I was hoping a Happy Meal and a strawberry milkshake would entice Shorty to let something of substance pass his lips. He ate enough to make me feel like he’s not going to wither away before the day’s end. He felt better. I felt better.
He fell asleep curled up in the carseat with his favorite blue thermal blankie almost as soon as we got back in the car. I should be grocery shopping as we have nothing to eat in house. But you know what. It’s almost five and he’s still sleeping. I’m getting peace and quiet. I’m sure he’ll be waking any minute. I’ll figure dinner out at the last minute. I’ll go grocery shopping tonight or tomorrow morning before my appointment with the fertility doctor. (Oh yeah, that’s one of those things I’ve been trying to write about for weeks but haven’t quite gotten my thoughts together enough to actually do.)
In the meantime, I’m taking comfort in the fact that even though my Big-n-Tasty combo meal is feeling like a brick in my gut, I managed to find a reasonable solution that didn’t involve injury or death to settle my nerves and get my kid to eat and take a nap. Everyone will be much better off all thanks to the car and McDonald’s.