Mom Meltdown
I had a total mom meltdown yesterday.
I feel like I’m 48 going on 8.
My son had a playdate here. It was supposed to be at a friend’s house, but plans got changed last minute, and they wound up at our house. It was the second playdate with this particular friend, and I wanted to be a good host. This was a drop-off, and the mom was going to hang with me a bit when she came to pick her up after two hours.
I have to confess. Playdates here are often not fun for me. On one level, I love seeing kids playing happily and creatively. On another level, when it becomes a “playdate gone wild,” I ultimately crack. Not during the playdate, but afterwards, when I have to do battle with my son to do clean-up. That’s when “mommy maid” emerges and I get completely fed up. And, yesterday, I really lost it.
We are planning to gut our basement in the few months and redo the whole thing, complete with a play room area, etc. But, until then, our living room (we don’t have a den), has taken on a life of its own with Seth’s many toys piled up in nooks ‘n crannies. I wouldn’t mind so much, except that many have teeny tiny pieces which are in a huge disaray, so they basically look like a pile of junk, and Seth treats them that way.
On top of it, in the last week, he’s lost three things. A toy spy kit. Belt. And stuffed musical dog we gave him for Valentine’s Day. Amazingly we did find them all….but I’m tired of playing scavenger hunt for his things.
I’ve broached the subject of “patience” with members of motherhoodlater.com at get togethers we’ve had. I truly feel I have less patience as a 40 something mom. I told my husband when he came home from work yesterday that I “need to get out of here!!” And, I meant it…but it’s easier said than done. I could have jumped on a plane that moment….quickly packed a bag…..and flown off to…I don’t know where…but someplace where I could just be Robin and put aside my mommy role temporarily.
Maybe I’m having a mid life crisis? Is this what they’re like? I know I’m perimenopausal. With hormones in fluctuation, that’s bound to affect one’s moods. I get that. So, is that what this is? Or maybe it was just a particularly challenging playdate and I’ll get over it? I am entitled to have these moments.
I was speaking with a close friend on the phone today who said that she’s been in a funk of late…and it’s not like her to say that. She’s one of the most upbeat people I know.
Could it be Mercury Retrograde perhaps? Some kind of misalignment with the stars? Hmmmm….something in the air?
Today I felt somewhat better. In my fit of fury last night, Seth & I dumped some of this toys…three garbage bags full…and that was therapeutic for me….and good for him as well. Toy clutter leads to a total lack of appreciation, and he can’t focus or even decide what to play with.
This afternoon, we went to a playspace with two other mom friends and their sons. I didn’t love it….the music was blaring…..it was pricey for what it was…..and the seating wasn’t comfortable or so readily available. But, Seth had fun. In the end, that’s what counts.
It does get to be hard sometimes as a mom compromising your own comfort, etc. for the sake of your child. I fully realize that this is what moms do…but it doesn’t mean it’s easy. We just rise to the occasion.
Monday, Seth will be back in school (he was off this whole week), and I’ll be in his classroom. I was invited to make an appearance as an author and to share my experiences writing books. I’m looking forward to that. It reminds me of how at a very young age, I aspired to be a writer, and would actually create my own kids books, complete with illustrations. I plan to bring in some as a show ‘n tell. And, then I’m hosting a little party in his classroom since his 6th birthday is Tuesday.
Time flies. Six already. Wow! And, as my friend reminded me today after I shared my exasperating playdate experience, he won’t be little forever. And, the day will come before I blink my eyes, where he’s going out with his friends, with no mommy-in-tow…..and I might then miss these mommy ‘n me outings.
Time will tell.
Do you feel you’re a patient mom? Have you had a mommy meltdown, and how did it feel?
