Thursday, August 6, 2009

Boundaries

I am going crazy. I used to only feel this way at the end of the day, mostly when I was out of Chai. Now I am ferociously neurotic and weepy from the moment Toby pokes me awake in the morning, to the moment he pokes me awake the next morning. Just the fact that I’m writing about this again is just so insanely redundant. My only consolation is the respite this little journal gives my friends.

Have you ever felt like someone was rubbing a scouring pad over your nerves? I cannot explain how perfect an analogy that is for my life. I suddenly hate talking. Toby will not stop asking questions. Repetitive, idiotic questions. “Why are we going to move?” he says.
“We’re not moving,” I say.
“Why not?” he says.
“Because we like our house.”
“What happens when our house gets old?”
“Lots of people live in old houses. It’s fine, dude.”
“Will we take our windows when we move?”
“WE ARE NOT MOVING,” I would yell if my head wasn’t already detaching itself to escape.

Was there really a time, a severely misguided moment, that I worried Toby would never talk? Did I really lack even a shard of foresight?

Greg took me out to dinner the other night. We left the boys with a sitter so we could have big people time. (And not eat at Sonic.) I collapsed into the car seat with a huge sigh and just sort of stared blankly. He was all, “What’s wrong?” and I was all, “Do not talk to me, I’m liquefying.” I guess my continual edginess finally snapped his patience in two because he went totally Dr. Phil on me, spewing out the most annoying logic like how I need to “create boundaries” and “take charge.” It was so reasonable that I couldn’t reply, being that I was more in the mood for a maniacal rant than an actual solution. I didn’t say a single thing until after we ordered our food. Finally my “whatever, Greg” face cracked, and I slumped onto the table in tears. “I don’t know how to be better at this,” I said.

“You are a good mom,” He said. I think I’ll keep him.

This afternoon I called our little neighbor friend, Kennedi to come over. She bounced in the house all spry and happy and I realized that Toby and Charlie were their usual pantsless selves, crawling nakedly over the train tracks on the floor. It is dehumanizing to embarrass your kids, but after an emergency shorts hunt, Toby and Kennedi are in another room playing happily, while Charlie sits next to me like a cherub, probably drunk with relief that his brother is quiet.

Charlie is so competent and self-sustaining. He’s like a terrarium.

Sometimes I really do want to move. Maybe I could find some loft apartment or quiet cubicle and live all by myself. It sounds so sane and clean.

Too bad I love these people too dang much to quit.

11 comments:

  1. That was absolutely awesome and hilarious and makes you look human underneath that crazily cute red-haired head!

    I hear ya...and I love you. How are we going to see each other now that F & K'L are moving? I love facebook!

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  2. I so feel your pain. My last one can talk to me until I am absolutely EXHAUSTED - never knew that could happen until this little guy.

    But there is daylight...its a tiny little prick of light that you dont really see right now - in fact, you probably think your eyes are playing tricks. But is a fast moving train and Father Time is conducting... and just about tomorrow (at least thats what it feels like) you will be trying to figure out how to make noise in the house because its too quiet while the kids are at school.

    You do a good job - you will continue to do an amazing job and just remember - its just sticks and stones that will break bones, but words will wear you the heck out ;)

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  3. Oh how I needed to read this and feel normal. Thanks Andi, you crack me up and I love how you described how I feel inside.
    I think sometimes my emotions get the best of me, it's usually at night when I have time to relax that I so appreciate all that God has blessed me with, with those sweet cherubs of mine.

    Take care, go for your runs and pray!

    Love,
    Tara

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  4. Did you read my post today?

    Love you.

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  5. Gurl, we're all in this together. Somehow I can't help but sing that line.

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  6. We could rent a loft together, split expenses, and use it as needed.

    Just a thought.

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  7. i totally understand.

    why aren't you writing more, girl? you are amazing. =)

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  8. Send me your mailing address. I wrote you a note yesterday but don't have your address... Now that I read this I know why I was promoted to write it. send.it.to.me.today.

    you are awesome.

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  9. steel wool on the nerves.. used that EXACT phrase two days ago.. right there with you my friend.

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  10. You are a wonderful example to me! I only wish I saw you more than like, once a year, because I'd love to get to know you!

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  11. I love reading your blog...and feeling understood! You are a good momma and that's why you have two amazing little guys. Pants are overrated.

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