It happened again this evening.
I was on the verge of a breakdown, much like an athlete nearing the final stretch of a marathon. Although, I can only assume this is what it feels like since I’ve never actually run one. I did manage to walk a 5K once, so that’s basically the same, right?
So there I was: 6:45 PM, and the little one had decided that the bathroom was his personal playground while the preschooler insisted on a Play-Doh session. Just as I was juggling these two delightful tasks, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
“Oh no!”
“Hey love, I’m running late.”
Great. Just great.
Typically, I consider myself a rational person. Each day, I muster the strength to tackle the endless responsibilities of parenthood: grocery shopping, transportation, diaper duty, cleaning, laundry, and discipline—everything that comes with being a mom. I usually keep a smile on my face while managing it all. At least, I try. But there’s only so much one can handle when pushed to the brink.
7 PM is my breaking point. That’s when I’m done—mentally and physically drained from the repetitive nature of the day. This is also when my partner usually walks in the door, but when he’s running late, well, that’s when DEFCON 1 is activated. My thoughts spiral like this:
- Why is this happening? It seems that whenever my partner is delayed, chaos ensues. A child might decide to eat glue or parade around with a soiled diaper, proudly showing it off, or even feed the fish snacks he retrieved from the toilet.
- How do I manage dinner and keep these little tornadoes entertained? Ironically, the kids seem just as fed up with me as I am with them. I’m not a bad mom; I’m just human. After being “on” for nearly 14 hours, I’m completely out of steam and ideas.
- How late is “late”? My partner’s late. Is it 10 minutes? 15? An hour? If it stretches to an hour, I might just lock myself in the bathroom with the toddler at the 59-minute mark. He’s fascinated by toilets, so we’ll be fine. The older kids will just have to figure things out without turning the house into a battleground.
- I haven’t spoken to another adult in ages. The last conversation I had was with a grocery store clerk who didn’t speak much English. I rambled on about my grandmother’s last visit, entirely unaware that he was a silent listener. Maybe I should check if he’s working again tomorrow.
- I can handle this. I’ve already made it through the day—what’s a little longer? I’m fortunate to have a partner to share this journey with me. But wait—what if he’s late because he’s found someone else? What if he’s out there with a younger woman who doesn’t have unkempt hair or nails that could double as claws? She probably wears hair extensions, like all the chic moms nowadays. Ugh.
“Hey love, what’s for dinner?”
“Salmon, with a hint of Eau de Toilette. The baby helped me prepare it.”
“Really? He’s finally over his toilet-obsession?”
“Not even close!”
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In summary, navigating the chaotic world of parenting can be challenging, especially when a partner is late. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed, but it’s important to find humor and support throughout the journey.
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