Published on May 29th, 2019 | by voxx0
Tranquil Shouting Space
Children have the unique talent of making parents’ feel like they are losing their minds. That’s how I feel anyway, particularly at 6pm when Diego’s behaving like he’s eaten E-numbers, accompanied by a side mug of caffeine. Or at 4am when he decides to hit action mode and wake me up by using my sleeping body as a climbing frame, on a Sunday! Or even at 11am when he’s already consumed two dinners and has the appetite of a lion which requires feeding again, and again. Quick! Before he decides to tell the whole world I’m purposely starving him.
You get the picture.
Mix a dose of exhaustion with a dose of insanity and you have the recipe for parenting: it very much appears to me that children aim to make their parents’ or guardians as tired as possible, their main rule being that if they are awake, you are awake.
However, here comes the nice bit (because I do love him so there is a nice bit). Children are worth it. When Diego isn’t here I can’t do anything I should be doing; I miss him so much that I’m not remotely productive. At a push I manage to hit the play button on a good tear-jerker on the television, grab a sharing bar of chocolate from the fridge (which explains why I’m getting fat), and contemplate how when my son comes home I’m going to turn my life around to be a much more productive, positive parent that never raises my voice and whose house is going to be a tranquil and tidy space.
Then he charges through the door. He very nearly pulls the table over on himself. Nearly brings the ceiling down stamping on the floor and nearly floods the bathroom. I’m shouting. Already.
- By Boneata Bell