Posted on | August 29, 2013 | 10 Comments
Yesterday afternoon, around 5:25 pm, I was on my hands and knees crawling around my kitchen floor, picking up little brown bones and bits of kibble, while my child stood in the doorway and begged for dessert and the lima beans on the stove boiled over onto my flat top, impossible to clean, range.
And that’s really the best way I can describe the entirety of yesterday.
It was just one of those days when everything went wrong. J climbed into my bed around 3am but refused to lay down, insisting that it was either time to get up or time to read a book, or maybe just time to be an obstinate four year old. I had to count down from three about five times before I found the right punishment and he lay down to sleep.
When we got up, my sweet old dog had pooped all over the floor and we were out of J’s favorite breakfast.
He didn’t want to wear what I picked out, or what he picked out, or shoes or socks or probably the hair on his head so we tussled and argued our way into the car. When I got him to school, I realized I’d left his lunchbox at home and had to turn around to go get it and bring it back, making me late for work.
The day was a whirlwind of bad news from clients and co workers and finally, at 4 o’clock, I grabbed my gym bag and decided to go for a run at the gym. I changed clothes, flipped on some angry music and lifted a round of weights before an unknown number popped up on my screen. I don’t normally answer, but for whatever reason this time I did.
It was J’s teacher.
The parent/teacher conference I’d put on the calendar for Thursday was actually Wednesday. And I’d missed it. Flash forward about an hour of dejected exercise and picking up my child and there I was, on my hands and knees, while the dog food and my dinner and yes, my day, exploded around me.
It was not my finest hour or minute or even millisecond, yet inexplicably, I found myself smiling. Inexplicably, I found myself sitting back on my heels, surveying the scene unfolding around me and laughing until tears streamed down my face. J didn’t know why I was laughing, but he joined in with the fake four year old laugh he gets when he doesn’t quite know why something is funny. We just laughed. Because some days, you just get it all wrong.
Every bit of it.
And when that happens? You just have to throw up your hands, turn off the stove, pour a glass of wine, and laugh.
Because those days just happen, you know? Especially in parenting.