This post is one I am moving over from my other blog, Welcome To CABsPlace, where I am pretty certain I will not continue writing. That is…unless…someone can come up with a really good reason why I should write two blogs that mostly deal with the same stuff. This particular post, speaks of doing the single parenting job with four kids and how sometimes, for no seemingly apparent reason, you just encounter turbulence. I wrote this post originally in June, 2008 and have made only minor revisions. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.
A sunny summer June Monday morning started out peacefully but soon deteriorated into complete and total chaos, then, just as suddenly as it erupted, the chaos evaporated. This kind of disturbance happens routinely in my home and I am often perplexed as to why or how it starts and what to do about it when it does. Today, I did nothing. That seemed to work.
I awoke, as I normally do to the peaceful music of the birds outside my window. These wonderful sounds were angrily disrupted by the grumbling, groaning, clanking, banging noises of the garbage truck makings its rounds on the block behind mine. My oldest daughter, who had rolled in well after midnight last night from an out-of-town choir tour, continued to sleep undisturbed. Now, she doesn’t usually share the bed with me, but this last week she was gone and her room became the laundry room. When she returned in the wee hours of the morning, I was unwilling to move the laundry and my bed, so though I hated the thought of enduring the battle of the bed sheets and her snoring, I suggested she just crash in my bed tonight. I figured if it got bad enough, I’d just go sleep on the couch.
The night passed uneventfully, meaning I slept without disturbance, until around 5:30 or 6, my youngest decided she wanted to crawl in with us. Once cozily sandwiched in between her older sister and me she drifted off into blissful sleep. I rolled over to try to catch a few more winks myself. That’s when the fun began.
I was just drifting of into some nice REM sleep when the warm blankets were abruptly pulled off me. I was startled awake by the chill morning air and the loss of the covers. My youngest, sweet cherub that she is, had become too warm and kicked off all the blankets in her sleep. I glanced across the vast bed to my oldest. She was still sleeping soundly. So was my youngest for that matter. The kicking clearly bothered no one but me. I grumpily pulled the covers back up, rolled back over and went back to sleep again. I’m not sure how long I was sleeping before the covers were suddenly pulled off me again. This time, knowing it was my daughter’s kicking problem, I just reached out grabbed the blankets and pulled them back up over my shoulders. I burrowed down into the bed cinching the covers close around my neck. I closed my eyes. I waited. Sure enough, it was only a matter of a few moments when my daughter’s began flailing in an attempt to rid her body of the constricting sheets. That was it for me. I slid out of bed and padded into the kitchen to start the coffee. I was officially up for the day.
Connecting through Random Sound Bites
Later that morning, as I was putting away dishes, my daughter (Number 2) was mixing up pancake batter when an argument arose between my son (Number 3), and my youngest daughter (Number 4) about who woke up first this morning.
I mean, what’s up with that and who cares?
Then there was the confusion about how Number 1’s dirty clothes got mixed in with the clean clothes in spite of the fact that she’s been gone for a week. This then moved into a discussion (okay, it was really an argument) about moving the family computer out of my oldest daughter’s (Number 1) room to the kitchen/dining area where I am now typing on it. Never mind that all school year she complained about having it in her room because she needed to study and no one else was allowed in there to use the computer while she was studying. Sigh. Then there’s the breakfast table conversation which went something like this:
Number 1: I know for sure I’m not going to Elite Private School in That Big City by Puget Sound.
Me: Oh, why not?
Number 1: I’m not so sure I like the city. (She’d just returned from a week long trip to That Big City.)
Me (raising my eyebrows internally): Well, that’s definitely a consideration.
Number 1 (to Number 2): I got some really neat things while I was gone. (Note the random and sudden change in conversational direction.)
Number 2 to Number 1: Did you get me anything?
Number 4: Is the first gallon of milk already gone?!
Me: No, it’s right here.
Number 1 to Number 2: No, but you can use some of it if you want. (Referencing the stuff she got on her trip but which was not for her sister.)
Me: Number 2, I don’t think we have enough pancakes here. Does anyone want some more? We can mix some up.
Number 2: You mean, Number 2, can mix some more up.
Number 1: Number 2, are you going to be in Youth Ensemble next year?
Number 2: While you were gone I almost got struck by lightning.
I kid you not, that is how the conversation went. That is how the morning went. One random thought after another. Sound bites of our lives, disconnected but fitting together. The heartbeat of a family simply comfortable with being together. It sounded like no one was listening to anyone else, but that wasn’t the case. It seemed everyone was content just to say something, anything even if no one responded to it. It is enough to make the thinking adult go nearly mad. Except that somehow, almost miraculously it seems, there was actual dialogue and forward progress on those daily activities that keep a household afloat. Have you ever stopped and listened to the flow of the daily conversation in your home? Close your eyes for just a second and listen. What do you hear? Keep your eyes closed, now what do you see?
Expect Occasional Turbulence
Number 2 did tell about her close encounter with lightning, we did finish breakfast fairly uneventfully, the laundry is getting folded and put away, in spite of Number 2 and Number 3 creating an alliance against Number 4. Currently, Number 3 is attempting to avoid changing the sheets on his bed by suddenly developing an interest in reading, Number 1 is agonizing through her allergies by doing the dishes with Kleenex packed firmly in each nostril and Number 4 is refusing to let me type one more word until I give her permission to scoop the dead worm she found out of the pool. None of this would be a problem except now the older kids are accusing Number 4 of digging up the worm and putting it in the pool instead of finding it already there. Hmmm, how would a worm get in the pool on its own anyway? And then, Number 4, when passing through the sliding screen door knocks the screen completely out of its tracks, you’d have thought she was struck by lightening.
There are days in a family that pass by fairly uneventfully, like when all the kids are gone to their other parents’ homes or spending time away with friends. There are other days, when we are all here and things still pass fairly uneventfully but that seems to occur only if I let the kids do whatever they want and make no demands on them. Since that is not our reality, it is more common that there is going to be some turbulence at points along the way. I know this. I understand this. I expect and accept this. But I don’t always like it.
At this very minute, there seems to be an unofficial cease fire and things are calm. I wonder how long this will last? It baffles me how the tone in a home can go from blissfully serene to completely insane in seconds and then just as suddenly back to peaceful. It is not unlike being struck by lightening. Sometimes in family life, it feels like you end up dead too.
On the other hand, it can also leave you with the feeling of being more alive than ever.
4 thoughts on “I Almost Got Struck By Lightening While You Were Gone”
Dear Wild Mind,
This account of your morning routine was not only amusing but incredibly accurate.
I grew up the second in a family of 10. Every Saturday morning (the only morning we ate breakfast together), our conversations would follow along the same lines as the one you described. Yet, in my family, we managed to have some big fight and settle the argument before breakfast was finished.
This post reminds me of how much I miss those morning conversations. I am sure that all too soon my kids will be grown up enough for me to describe the same situation.
The bickering was bad enough just with two, close in age. My hat is off to those who survive it in larger numbers. (The ability to appropriately tune out and tune back in is an acquired skill… )
Those conversations, the randomness and the swift changes, are common place at my house. So is the fairly constant reminder from friends about whether I realize I am trying to discipline two adults.
I had to chuckle when I read that random breakfast conversation! Our house is just like that! It gets particularly funny when both girls are in the bathtub.
D: I am Ariel, the beautiful.
M: I want to be Ariel!
D: No, I called Ariel first. You can be Flounder.
M: No! Flounder is not a princess!
D: You can be Flounder, princess of the fish
M: Okay, but only if I get to ride on a spaceship with moonbeams on it
D: Is that a freckle on your butt?