My grandma was once accidentally locked in a psych ward a the state hospital. true story. I don’t know all the details, but the story goes that one day she went to visit her cousin who was going through a tough season in life. She (my grandma) had been baking, canning, working in the garden, cleaning, chasing around 3 rug rats all day and looked every bit of it – messy hair, in her yoga pants – or whatever they called them in the 1950s. She then went to take a pie to her cousin at the hospital (can we just talk a minute about why someone in a psych ward needs a pie? Or even more… is that even allowed?!) and stayed a little too long – during a shift change to be exact – and the new nurse/guard on duty wouldn’t let her leave. true story.
That’s exactly what I was afraid was going to happen when Mat called and asked me to bring his dictophone up the hospital asap. on Friday. At 8 in the morning. I don’t know what you and your kids look like at 8am, on Fridays but it’s not pretty around these parts. I don’t work on out Fridays. So at least I wasn’t stinky & gross…BUT I had a coconut oil treatment in my hair, my pj’s on… Syd was in her pj’s and Campbell was just in a shirt/undies with breakfast smeared all over her face. And no one had their teeth brushed. {gross.} so I loaded up crazy town and headed to the hospital. Meanwhile C decides to throw a massive tantrum, which makes Sydney start screaming. All. The. Way. There. I almost prayed they WOULD commit me to the psych ward. From crazytown to the psych ward. Maybe at least I could get a little nap? Or a warm cup of coffee? Or just a few minutes of peace and quiet?! I know I know… that’s horrible…But seriously it crossed my mind.
And if you’re wondering what “crazytown” is…well, it’s our life right now. That’s what we’ve affectionally nicknamed it. I think the occupants of crazy town like to conspire against their leaders. Like… “you go start screaming and crying inconsolably, I’m going to go “poop” but actually get it all over the bathroom and then run around so that mommy has to yell one more time ‘we don’t run around the house with a poopy bootie!!!‘ it’ll be hilarious!!” {OHHHH the things you never thought you’d be screaming yelling, patiently saying in a sing song-y voice….}
I love love love this stage in life. Don’t get me wrong. I love the laughter, the snuggles, the slobbery kisses, the books, the silly songs, the adventures….But its full on CRAZY some days. Two kiddos are kicking my bootie. Some days, motherhood is kicking my bootie. Some days, it’s all I can do just to make it to nap time. But God’s mercies are new every. stinking. morning. Even when Sydney wakes up at 4, Campbell wakes up at 5 and then Sydney wakes up {again} at 6. Even on those mornings… there’s a cup of coffee and a fresh start. {And hopefully not errands during my coconut oil treatment}
by bethany
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