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Browsing Tag: parents of young children

Not for the Weary

I’m not exactly the best person to be around when I’m sleep-deprived.  Let’s just get that out there right now.  I become bitter, cranky, shaky–and that’s after I’ve replaced all forms of hydration with black coffee (I realize that it may also be because of all the coffee I act like a kid who just got his hand slammed in a door–lots of shaking, horrified expressions, fear of loud noises–but it beats falling asleep on my feet while I’m scrambling eggs in the morning…). David knows to steer clear of me on these days.  It’s a survival mechanism he’s honed over the last eight years of marriage.  He brews an extra-big pot of coffee, clears out early, and doesn’t call until close to dinnertime, usually to gauge whether or not he’s picking up take-out on the way home.  Those dear daughters of ours, though?  Well, they’re stuck with me.  All day.  I feel bad for the kids. A couple of days ago, SK was acting up–stealing…

This One’s for You, Amy

There’s a farm market on the other side of our town that, like many small, family-owned farms, opens a play area for children every fall.  It has a “fun fort” in a would-be greenhouse.  It has burlap-sack rides, and corn boxes and animals to feed.  There are tire swings, and hay forts and bean bag games and mazes.  For children, this is a kiddie paradise to fall in, crawl around on, run and leap and slide.  Parents, you know what it means for us…

It means the purchase of quart loads of stain remover.  And an entire three-month season that revolves around picking hay out of shorts, out of socks, out of hair.  I didn’t buy the season pass today, telling myself I didn’t want to fork over that much cash for two children, that we wouldn’t be coming back here often enough to make it worth it.

Yeah, right.  Who am I kidding?