My husband has been at a conference in Arizona since Monday. Four days away combined with the three days of call immediately before has made for a long week. I am ready for him to come home.
His plane landed 2 hours ago, but he spent an hour on the tarmac waiting for a terrible thunderstorm to pass...and it will probably be 11 before he makes it home.
Have I mentioned that I am ready to see his face?
Some friends and I were discussing our mental need for a 'finish line' recently. We decided that the reason we often get frustrated during the bedtime routine is that we have mentally prepared ourself to make it to 8pm. When rowdiness or energy abundance extends bedtime it is akin to running a marathon only to reach the 26th mile and notice they've moved the finish line another mile further out. Does anyone else feel that way?
The snappiness happens because my 'Self' cries out...This is MY TIME...I have clocked out! Then my Mommy Guilt comes in and lectures my 'Self.' It doesn't take long for my Long Range Planning Mommy to tap me on the shoulder and remind me that children need structure and rules and consistent bedtime...stand strong. Suddenly all these parts are competing and I become Inconsistent Mommy--offering grace here, discipline there...
Everyone eventually tuckers out. Then I go brew a hot cup of tea and escape to blogging to try to make sense of it all.
I love a general surgeon...but I need a psychiatrist. :-)