“The last nerve”

“The last nerve”

Today has been one of those days you know? one of those days you find yourself uttering the words “your getting on my last nerve” more often then you would care to admit, I don’t know why I think those words hold any weight in the minds of my kids, it’s not like the “last nerve” is some critical component of my genetic make-up and without it there would be an inevitable “jenga effect” resulting in my spontaneous combustion…. one of those days you fantasize about running away but can’t even run away in your own head without hearing the six year old and the seven year old fighting about if the blanket smells like “Nanny’s” or if it smells like “soap” Or the two year insisting her point that “scary cows” DO live in the house next door and say “moooooo” to her as she walks by, the dog chewing on your pants and the cartoons blaring at absurdly loud volumes, The dirty laundry basket is about to erupt, the mess being made while you peel potatoes and carrots for supper is going to take ANOTHER hour to clean, now the dog is whining at the door, and you trip over the 2 year who was rolling around the floor!

One of THOSE days the “last nerve” quote on repeat kind of days. So after countless failed attempts to control this feels like an eternity kind of day, I’m going to have to surrender to it, close the curtains and take off my glasses so I can’t see the mess, and snuggle with these little people until they seem less like evil demons sent to drive me crazy and more like the beautiful children that bring tears to my eyes and fill me with pride, the children I love.

About crissynf

I am a Canadian mother of three, four if you count the dog! a SAHM, a wife to a man who works in the oil field, whose job finds him in interesting places all over the world for extended periods of time, which equates to me being home with the kids for extended periods of time. I am also a recovering addict (three and a half years clean) a chapter of my life I'm not proud of but I've learned not to be ashamed of either. It is a chapter of my life that overlapped into the early years of my first two children's lives and for that I will be eternally sorry. The lessons I learned in the recovery process and the new appreciation that I have gained for life throughout recovery have been invaluable to me. When I'm not tending to the needs of three monkeys I can be found... Who am I kidding? I can always be found tending to the needs of three monkeys. I started a blog primarily and simply because I love to write, I needed a place to vent, explore, and maybe make sense of this parenting gig with other mothers and like minded people. It was also an attempt for me to resuscitate this failing mommy brain that I seem to be suffering from. I enjoy writing this blog, and I enjoy reading other blogs I guess it gives me a sense that we are "normal" and we are doing ok. There is a comfort in knowing that others think and feel the same way. Being a SAHM brings with it a certain isolation factor that divides us from the adult world, so a connection to other mothers through blogging is a welcome preoccupation. Hopefully someone stumbles upon this blog and enjoys reading it!

2 responses »

  1. At least you have something to do. You could be retired and bored and want to return to a workplace where you are not welcome – like our 65 year old men. That is depessing. You have found writing and writing is forever, even if you never make a cent. It clears your head and makes you feel more at one with your reader … even if that is only one person. And maybe you will get lucky. When you find the humor in your daily routine, you can be funny.


    • Thank- you, I realize my small annoyances throughout the day are actually blessings. I am very grateful, for my family and my husband. I don’t consider these real problems, I don’t anticipate any monetary gain, just like to vent through writing. 🙂 Thank-you for your perspective and I hope in the future the workplace will be more welcoming and less harsh for retiree’s.


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