Monday, April 26, 2010
Cara:Sponge-Mom
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Cara 
Sometimes that's what I feel like...Sponge-Mom. (No relation to the burger flipping square pineapple inhabitant, thanks.)
My kids are good for having something that is bothering them and holding it in all day. Then when it's bedtime they suddenly feel the need to spill their guts. I often wonder why that is. I think maybe for the little one it's a safe feeling time. Mom comes in to make sure you are tucked in snug as a bug and then you feel the need to vent. Or for the bigger kids where it's run, run, run all day, most days...when Mom's in bed she is a captive audience, and maybe sitting at the foot of her bed is like lying on the psychiatrist's couch.
Back to bed only to find myself wide awake staring at the ceiling. They feel better but all that conflict and pain they were in, drained from them into me. I feel like a sponge that sopped up all the icky stuff off of them. So then at that point, I want to go punch some adult or make a voodoo doll of some rotten mean kid.
It's hard to be objective when your kid is having a hard time. It's hard to let them take their lumps and not solve all their problems. You can't and probably shouldn't.
Jenn's two cents: I think we need a momcation - no kids, no hubbies, no cell phones, nothing but margharitas on the beach!
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