It has been THAT kind of weekend.
Gabe’s birthday was on Sunday, and as usual, I was less than prepared. I had oral surgery on Friday, hosted a large dinner party Friday night, and by Saturday at noon, I was yelling at everyone and bawling in the master bathroom. It didn’t help that the natives were restless, turning on each other viciously, and when we tried to intervene, they would turn on us. Everyone was cranky, crabby and snarky. What was WRONG with these kids?!
Sunday, as we were tripping along the streets of downtown San Jose, the boys continued their diatribe on the way to take Daddy out to dinner. They complained about having to wear a shirt out in public. They complained about the restaurant we chose. They complained that it wasn’t McDonalds. And they continued to bicker and bait one another until Mama was ready for another meltdown.
I stopped them all right there in the middle of the sidewalk for a family huddle.
Whose day is it today? It’s Daddy’s. Not yours. Today is not about you. Therefore, we will, none of us, complain any further about anything. Not the food, not the weather, not the car, or the clothes you’re wearing or the hair on your head. We’re done. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Got it? Good.
Having told them what was what, I smugly took Gabe’s arm as the boys went ahead of us. As we walked, one of those two-wheeled little personal people mover thingies went by, driven by a perky dude in a bike helmet and shades.
“What a dork. Those things are so dorky. People driving them think they look cool, but they don’t. They look dumb.”
Gabe looked over at me with one eyebrow raised.
I am the Queen of Snark. No wonder we’re all eating each other alive – mama is setting the example!
In my defense…I had been in constant pain since my surgery. A suture is slicing my mouth to ribbons, like a needle stabbing me in the tongue when I eat, drink, or speak.
If you were being systematically poked in the mouth with a needle, you might be a bit on the snarky side yourself.
While a defense, it is no excuse. I realized my bitter words and sarcasm were feeding theirs, not the other way around. Once again, they are watching. They are ALWAYS watching. And doing as I do.
I’d love to tell you that I changed my tune and all was sunshine and rainbows, but no, not quite. I kept the sarcasm and snapping to a minimum, and tried to increase the peace in my demeanor, but it was tough. I write this waiting for a call back from my dentist to free me from this torture, and he could very well say no, tough it out – the sutures are supposed to stay in four weeks.
Lord, help me.
I’ll do my best, and I’ll keep apologizing along the way. I am only human, not super, after all.
This too shall pass.
(p.s. all is sunshine and rainbows. Stabbing suture removed. I can be nice again!)