The middle child is well. How do I know this? The bickering, fighting, and general complaining between all 3 children reached a fever pitch today. Which more than made up for yesterday, and the hushed quiet tones of a house filled with the pestilence and a child who can sleep it off.
It is a well known fact that my Cailey is generally the instigator of 99% of the mischief in the House of Fiddle. When she’s struck down by the plague, there is peace in the valley.
Yet, her older sister, perhaps her greatest foe, commented on how lonely she felt, with her sister out of commission. She missed her nemesis, and constant companion. This warmed my heart.
By dinnertime, I was in full mommy meltdown. Fiddledaddy entered the kitchen, took one look at me, and said, “Um, honey, do you need a little alone time?”
“YES!” And with tears streaming down my face, and blood pooling on my lower lip from getting thwapped in the face by a metal canopy bar while wrestling Junior into timeout in his “car bed,” I aimed my sorry self toward the master bedroom. And closed the door behind me. I then retreated into the master bathroom. And closed the door behind me. And continued on into the closet. And closed the door behind me.
A visual you can only appreciate if you were a “Get Smart” fan in the 1960’s.
Paradise. In the dark of the closet I cried until there were no more tears. I was dry as a bone. And it felt wonderful. I lay on the floor, wrapped up in a Disney Princess sleeping bag, enjoying the silence.
My closet is known as “time out for mommy.” It has also been dubbed “a good night sleep.” I have a closet that, when the floor is cleaned up, houses a twin size blow up mattress. When sleep deprivation overtakes me, Fiddledaddy commandeers all the offspring for the night, and sends me off to the closet for some well deserved beauty sleep. Which works really well, if I’ve remembered to relocate the dry cleaning plastic from above my face. Just sayin’.
He jokes that one of these days, he’s going to look in the closet and I will have gone all Laura Ashley on him, and decorated it with florals, a little side table, and chintz lamp.
I’m not laughing. As soon as I can figure out how to run a cord from the bathroom outlet, without tripping over it in the middle of the night, that’s exactly what I plan to do.
After the sanctity of my mommy time out, I emerged, with puffy eyes and lip, feeling much better. I sat down to a very quiet dinner table, with 3 well behaved children. Who fell all over themselves complementing me on the spaghetti sauce.
Life was good.
So. Where is your mommy time out?