This afternoon, my sweet girl was anything but...
she went from silly to distraught to grumpy to...
all from the burden on being too hungry and too tired.
She has the cumbersome job of being five.
So much to learn. So much to do.
So many rules to follow.
At bathtime, she becomes defiant.
My desire to be a good parent is second to my
desire for a 10 minutes of quiet.
Dark thoughts creep in the side of my mind,
not morbid, but not happy either.
I am walking a tightrope.
"Aoife! I am getting very frustrated."
"Are you mad Mommy?"
"Are you sad?"
"No, but I have lost my sense of humor."
"I will help you find it, Mommy,
what does a kumor look like?"
The rampage of my impending bad mood stops then.
"I think you just found my kumor, baby.
written 2/13/13 for Three Word Wednesday
The words this week are Cumbersome, Morbid, and Rampage. No more to say as I am trying to get this submitted by the end of the day.