Screaming children and at them…

I visited my sister this weekend in Houston with my husband.  Actually, it was my husband’s Valentine’s gift to me…an overworked man promising to his overwhelmed wife that they would get time away if they just endured the next couple weeks of overtime…he as an employee and me as a mother.  It was an incredibly useful time away.  Saturday afternoon we visited Books-A-Million and each went our separate ways.  My husband to the tech department to find books for work, my sister to the Feminist Action section to find books for work, and I to find books for pleasure that I want to read, but haven’t “found the time” (which is my favorite excuse).

I stumbled upon the “Listography” series by Lisa Nola which I immediately fall in love with over and over again each time I see them, but never actually buy them.  I convince myself that Seth needs the Music one, but once I show it to him, he shrugs like it’s no big deal – but I just thought I had him pegged.  Guess not.  Then I fall in love with the “I’m an English major; you do the math” journal and convince myself I need it, especially because it’s 50% off and 10% more with my BAM discount card.  Yet, I also shelve that one back to it’s prior spot.  Then I find the most perfect, perfect-exactly-because-I-need-it-because-I’m-so-it journal that screams “I’m a Parent? A journal to ponder the circumstance that I somehow have offspring…” etc. on the front cover.  It’s got neat quotes about parenting all in the insides and each new journal entry page prompts me to enter “Why I’m a Less-Than-Perfect Parent Today:”.  OMG, this was made for me!  I do end up shelving it, knowing that I “won’t have the time” to write about the horrible things I do as a parent, but man…it would save me from the guilt trips I run through my head on an hourly basis.

So, I decided that I would buy the Knock Knock book (the company that publishes the “I’m a Parent?” journal) as soon as I get paid.  I will write in it about how my screaming children almost always get screamed at in return, and how the vicious cycle keeps going, because you know, I just still haven’t learned that they get the screaming FROM ME.  However, my hope is that that journal will help me censor myself before jumping on here to publish the horrible-no-good-very-awful-bad things that I do as a parent.  However, I might actually get followers if I do post those things…