Give me a break....

I am a Stay-at-home-Mom. (I am sure its tough being a working Mom, but I wouldn't know) The pressure is high, from myself, my children, and my husband, to keep the house clean and food on the table. I must at any given moment be able to jump up and prepare a perfect and delicious snack while simultaneously breastfeeding my baby and folding the laundry. How else will it all get done?

Well I manage pretty well most of the time. But the pressure builds, like a shaken up soda bottle. If I do not get out of the house, by myself, to let out all of the pressure I explode.

I can always feel it coming. Its like when you can feel yourself getting sick, you start with a headache and a slightly sore throat and before you know it you’ve got a full on cold. For me it starts with wanting to cry because my potty training two year old has had yet another accident. Or when I want to tear my hair out because my four year old has changed his clothes for the millionth time,meaning more laundry for me to do. Normally these things don’t bother me so bad. I am able to see past the work to the humor. But when that pressure gets to be too much, everything gets to be too much.

I should make a warning sign for Phil, saying: Warning high pressure area Caution, Warning, BEWARE!!!: So he will know that it is time for him to take over and let me out of the house. When it starts to come on I always think of The Incredible Hulk: “You are making me angry, You won’t like me when I am angry,” and then rooooaaaaarrrr!!!! Transformed into a big, green, angry, etc.

It can easily be avoided, so easily, I laugh at myself to think that I don’t take the proper precautions. All it takes is a night to myself, like I said before, let me out of the house to go where ever I want and do what ever I want. And when I get home the house had better be clean or we will be back to square one.