We all have those days, don’t we? Those days that would be best served by staying in bed, incommunicado? I seem to be having my fair share of them here lately.
Right. So I signed Spawn up for day camp at the local YMCA, figuring that the kid would have fun and learn some stuff and have fun and make friends and have fun. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, camp was fun. Yesterday, the kid decided that camp was NOT fun. The tears, the hystrionics, the clinging to me… well, I am a bad mom, I guess, but that sort of stuff goes all through me. I have no patience for it. When Spawn was a toddler I understood it as a developmental phase and I muddled through it until the kid was older. Now that Spawn is Six, it’s less a developmental phase than it is a ploy designed to a) make me feel guilty, b) make me do whatever it is the kid wants, and c) make me crazy.
And I feel like a bad mom for leaving the kid crying and clinging like that, but by the same token I can’t coddle the kid either.
So that pretty well set the tone for the day.
At the end of my (very exciting!) workday, I headed back out to Y Camp to pick Spawn up. By that point in the day Spawn was worn out from having fun and was consequently in a whiny mood.
I also have no patience for the whining.
So we stop at a convenience store to get the kid something to snack on because it’s two hours until dinner and we’ve got errands to run and MY GOD I want to stop the whining. I back out of my parking space and right into the tailgate of someone’s truck.
So now in addition to feeling like a bad mom and not having any patience for whining and still having errands to run, now I have a lovely palm-sized beauty mark on the back of my car, complete with a generous scrape of primer to decorate it.
And then I had to go home and cook dinner which no one particularly enjoyed and then tried to get my husband to pay attention to the fact that our dehumidifier in the basement has quit working, which he decided to ignore, and that’s just what I need, some other damn thing to do in life, go buy a new dehumidifier, and is it any wonder I have decided I am going to run away from home now?
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