Thursday, August 17, 2006

Stressed Peanuts


As Mr.'s two days off for the week come to an end, we are one tired little family. We have been packing. And driving. And shopping. And planning. We returned home from a trip to Ikea today completely exhausted. The kids have had *enough* of riding around in the car, only to arrive at a large retail destination and be greeted with the thrill of riding around in a shopping cart.

Master just about lost his mind in the home organization section this morning. My finely-tuned mothering intuition told me that he was thinking, "NOT ONE MORE RUG OR SHELF OR WHATEVER!! I WANT TO GO HOME. I WANT TO PLAY. I CANNOT ENDURE ONE MORE MOMENT OF THIS INSANITY!"

Miss has a bit more tolerance for our errand-running, but her mood was not helped by slipping and taking a header into the booth at McDonald's, where we stopped for an oh-so-disgustingly unhealthy lunch while out this afternoon. Master was screaming as we searched for sustenance. We were desperate. We felt guilty as we watched the littles ingesting unknown carcinogens.

Mr. and I are faring slightly worse than the children. By the time we returned to the apartment, we both had splitting headaches, and had to take turns laying down to recover. If only we were as resilient as the children, who were immediately energized by the sight of home and their toys. Master crawled, cruised, and toddled around the house in utter glee, while Miss continued her latest fascination with the medical profession by giving check-ups and "shots" to all members of the household (with her McDonald's straw serving as the hypodermic needle).

Thank goodness we move in less than one week. Soon, we can at least settle into going crazy in just one location, rather than maintaining two homes simultaneously.

I am ready to get back to normal. Can you tell?

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