I hope this post makes y’all feel better.
Hysteria.
I spend most of my time managing madness.
Case
study #1:
I gathered the girls around the frog aquarium.
Time to clean the tank together! I
emptied the tadpoles into the fishing net for safety. Six tadpoles lay lifeless in the net. Only two squirmed around. “What’s wrong with
the tadpoles Mommy?” Mary Ellis inquired.
“Oh um, it appears that they have the flu,” I stammered, “I will call
Daddy and ask him to take them to the tadpole doctor.”
Case
study #2:
Hendley refused to wear her underwear this
morning. She shrieked and whimpered for
fifteen minutes. She urinated on the
couch. “Please,” I pleaded, “Please put
them on Hendley. We have to pick up
Granny and go to Ms. Joy’s class.” She stopped cold. “I want to take the toilet
paper as my lovie.” “Only if you wear
your panties,” I bargained.
Case
study #3:
I set the girls in the tub. I realized we were out of clean towels. I ran to the dryer. I heard screams. I sprinted back to the bathroom. Water
covered the tile floor. “Mommy,”
Elizabeth preached, “We saw a bug on the floor.” Mary Ellis followed, “We had to feed it.”
When hysteria happens I sweat. Sometimes I cry alone in the dark when the
girls rest.
My Daddy is a Civil War scholar. Recently they completed a living history road
tour. My favorite story came from my Mom. There were ticks everywhere. The humidity resembled a Nicaraguan jungle.
They had to share a bathroom. They
visited a tent where a group of female reenactors were having tea and
discussing the roles of Southern women during the Civil War. “Southern women persist,” shared one of the
women.
Southern women PERSIST.
I heard a thud during nap time. I ran upstairs. The Trifecta had jumped from their cribs and
were hiding in the curtains, giggling.
They cried when I returned them to their place of rest. Someone threw a Sippy cup at the door. Hendley screamed. Her legs were trapped in the rails of her
crib.
I sighed instead of cried…because Southern women
PERSIST. That’s why.
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