I’d like to take a moment of silence to honor a dear friend I lost today- my sanity.
I’m pretty sure I lost it between the cereal and candy aisles, but after much fruitless searching, I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t anywhere to be found.
And, before you point it out, I am fully aware that asking for a moment of silence here at Boystown is, well, a laugh, but I’m a big fan of lost causes.
Anyways, while there’s quite the possibility that it was stolen from me, my money is on the assumption that it fled in mortal dread the moment the shrieking began, so I probably won’t see it again. I’ve put together a few search parties and I’ve looked into advertising on milk cartons and billboards, but I’m pretty sure its no use. My sanity is long gone and will most likely never return. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop looking for it, but it just means that the longer its gone, the more I’ll cease to miss it as much.
Today will forever be burned into my mind, but I guess that’s the way it is for anyone who’s lost something so precious. What started out as a simple trip to the store ended in turmoil, chaos, loss, and sadness. The saying is true- you really never do fully appreciate something til its gone. I should have held onto it tighter, but you just never stop to think that the combined strength of an 11 year old, 5 year old, and a 1 year old could rip something so seemingly strong from its owner.
And, once torn away, that was it. It was gone. Maybe it had wanted to leave, I mean, it was able to hang on through Camo’s TODDLER years. TODDLER years. Camo. That’s not even willpower- that’s an act of God.
All I can figure is that my sanity stared into its cold, bleak, dark future that lied ahead- what, with Nicholas now at the walking/talking/ maiming/torturing stage and Camo hitting his pre-teens- and it simply… let go.
And I get that. If you don’t see hope, its hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Poor sanity. It must have been so scared.
So, in this moment, I will silently bid my old friend farewell. Apparently, the question of how many kids it takes to destroy a lightbulb has been answered.
The answer is 3. ESPECIALLY if they’re boys.
Musings of a Sortasupermom 
This made me happy. Especially after the day I had today. I was woken at 4:30am to a 3 1/2 year old throwing up directly into my face. I will join you in your rubber room, if you’d like some company.
I’d love some company, lol.
I too lost it from Sunday to Tuesday. Took two teenage boys to Mississippi, an eight hour drive both ways(not counting on many stops along the way). They are fifteen and seventeen. Rap music, head banger music and of course pop. I am bored, I am hungry and I need to go to the bathroom again. Get to our destination same thing, hungry, bored, how will you entertain us. If you can’t entertain us then, then you need to spend money on us. I endured their music for along as I could, then I took over, John Prine, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and Mason Profitt(anti-war music from the sixties). Three hours. Yay for me. Should have took back control of cd player so much sooner. But I did learn a valuable lesson. Next road trip, I am going alone.
LOL!!! You poor thing! We’ve done multiple roads trips with the Natural Disasters, but it’s never been just me- for some reason, they have a healthy respectful fear of their dad. Wish I could figure out how he does it. And good for you for re-claiming the CD player, lol. Maybe you should have done it sooner, but at least it was a lesson learned. My boys all learned long ago that if they want to listen to music, its MY music we’ll be listening to, and if they don’t like it, they can listen to their MP3 players, lol.
OMG, this made me laugh! I think all moms have suffered this loss. I remember when I lost mine. Very funny post. I tweeted it and shared it on G+!
~Erin
Thanks Erin!! 🙂
That’s so funny! I’ve lost my marbles too on so many occasions. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get yours back.
From your comment to God’s ears, lol. I hope so, because if not, its going to make the teen years unbearable, lol. Or, maybe without my sanity, it’d make things more bearable…? Hmmm… I’ll have to ponder that awhile. Maybe I DON’T want them back.