When Words Fail

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There are really very few times that I sit behind my laptop screen and absolutely nothing comes out.  I guess it’s because it’s my safe space to work things out, share fun times and process the things that come with parenting three kids.  But today I got nothing.

But that’s not really true.  I got something, but the words?  They aren’t forthcoming.

We’re quite used to juggling the lives of our kids with our own.  You know what I mean right?  Getting them to school (with food in their lunch boxes), doing homework (well, most of it…  usually), going to ballet and karate, bathing them, feeding them and getting them into bed.  These are often juggled with added play dates, coffee dates, bible study, gym and date nights.  Seth and I are a well oiled machine.  You might not think so from the outside, but we usually have things relatively under control.  Sort of.

But this week has been one of those weeks that I’d rather cuddle a cockroach than have to listen to my kids fighting again.  And then there’s the fact that Seth has had to work late for a couple of nights and then go up to Joburg, so I’ve been parenting by myself for the last three days and while we’ve survived, I could not lie and tell you that we enjoyed it.

There have, however, been moments of pure unfiltered happiness in between the fighting and the flat out refusal to eat their vegetables without a need for discipline.  It happened with Knox yesterday morning…  I was busy getting ready for work when he walks in carrying a toy snake.

“Hey Mom, don’t worry it’s just a toy snake. But not actually. It’s actually real. But it’s a fwendly snake so it’s OK. He’s our pet now.”

“Cool! What’s his name?”