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Garage Door Mayhem

This morning I loaded up the kids in Craig’s truck with the usual comedy of errors: multiple trips in and out of the house; chasing Callen from truck door to truck door (it’s a four-door truck) as part of his routine of climbing into the truck and then catapulting himself around on the inside of it with a sort of enthusiasm rivaled only by super bounce balls; loosening car seat straps to fit winter coats, wrestling, buckling, and then tightening the straps again; returning to the house to spray down Callen’s brand new cloth backpack with Shout after realizing that he drug it though motor oil that had been dripped on the garage floor; and finally climbing into the driver’s seat, my head pounding, with a combo Carina Whine-fest and Callen Fuss-a-palooza going on in the back seat.

I should also mention here that this would be the first day of both kids going to parents day out in over two weeks due to a half-way across the country trip to see the in-laws followed immediately by a 10 day battle with pink eye/ear infection/upper respiratory yucko.  10 days is a long time to be stuck in the house with two mini-sickies.

And we were late. For school, that is.  So, I punched the garage door opener button, turned around and attempted to threaten the kids into silence, turned back around, buckled my seat belt, put the truck in reverse, and took my foot off of the brake.  Thud.  I knew what happened without looking.  I backed right into the garage door, which had not cleared the height of the truck bed in its too-slow ascent.  I got out to face the scene of bent metal and crushed tail light. I said some bad words.  I got back into the truck, called Craig and told him the news, and then I cried.

Later in the afternoon, after two separate visits from two separate garage door repair men had rendered my garage door operable, but still dented and in need of some replacement panels and parts, I felt a little better.  By four pm I could actually get the truck out of the garage and go somewhere.  As we drove to get Callen’s three-weeks-too-long  hair cut, I realized that the garage door and I had a lot in common.  Both of us had been knocked off-kilter by the mayhem wrought by a toddler and a preschooler.  Like the garage door, I am still able to function in my duties, but I am feeling a little battered and bent from this most recent stretch of motherhood. Since the mayhem began, the door and I have declined in our abilities to fulfill our duties. We need some fixing up. Luckily, only one of us costs $400 to repair.  I just need a quiet day to myself to reflect, relax, and iron out the wrinkles in my super-mom cape.

*For those feeling concern over the nature of my last two blog posts: rest assured that I do indeed love my children and love being their mother, and that my next life-related post will be of a sunnier disposition.

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6 Responses to "Garage Door Mayhem"

  1. Hilary says:

    Fawn…All I can say is I KNOW EXACTLY how you feel minus one child. I feel like this all the time and I only have one three year old. Today I am taking Zachary with me to make 32 deliveries to the referring offices. Am I crazy…no I just do not have childcare! Praying that you can find some peace and quiet! Hang in there! I so get it!

  2. Julie Hill says:

    Deep breaths! Wow, you have had a rough month or so. I congratulate you on only killing the garage door.

    Reading this over, and in light of your last post, I remembered something I used to do when Andy was little. If I was about to lose it (it happens frequently, to everyone), I would give myself a Mommy time out. I would tell Andy I was in time out, and remove myself to my room for a few minutes. During that time, I would take a few deep cleansing breaths (all the time listening at the door to make sure that he was okay). I don’t know why it helped, other than the extra oxygen, but Andy seemed to understand that Mommy couldn’t talk to him for a minute due to his own experience of time out. Just 2 minutes of no one saying “Mommy” and a few deep breaths was sometimes enough to help. Occasionally it even led to giggles based on his perception of why I was in trouble.

    Maybe it could work for you too.

  3. Sarah Nord says:

    Bless your heart! You should definitely blame the garage door for being too pokey. How can you reasonably be expected to wait??


  4. Rhonda says:

    Which bad words did you say? I didn’t know you had it in you.
    Hope you are feeling a little better. I have been going insane, too. The kids drive me nuts sometimes…I still love them.

  5. Fawn says:

    I’m not saying which words I used!  I am feeling better about the whole thing.  Tis the season for insanity, right?

    Fawn Rechkemmer

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    “Without the strength to endure the crisis, one will not see the opportunity within. It is within the process of endurance that opportunity reveals itself.” -Chin-Ning Chu

  6. Kim says:

    Oh no! It always happens this way. When you need the break the most, something comes along to take it away. Sorry about the garage door, but glad nobody was hurt. Sounds like you really need to run off and grab yourself some peace and quiet.

    And…if you need some help with bad words, I sure know my fair share. I can help you in that department. 😉

    Hang in there! And, blog away about your stresses. It’ll make you feel better knowing you’re not alone.

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