As I took a brief moment in the bathroom, hoping for a sliver of peace, I overheard you whispering something. You probably thought I was too preoccupied to hear, but trust me, I caught every word. When you remarked to your sister, “Mom’s about to lose it,” I didn’t feel a twinge of guilt. Instead, I thought, absolutely correct — I am on the verge of losing my cool.
Yes, my dear, I am indeed on the brink. And while you didn’t ask, allow me to explain why.
I’m reaching my limit because I’ve asked you what feels like a hundred times to pick up those filthy socks from the kitchen counter. They’re still sitting there, right in the middle of our cooking space, where we prepare meals and eat — ideally without the presence of your worn-out, smelly socks.
I’m about to lose it because I just sat on a seat covered in your pee. You seem to forget the basic concept of cleanliness, failing to lift the seat before using it or clean it after. Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t notice! I’ve seen you observe your own… output. Remember the time I walked in and you casually rested your chin on the seat, fascinated by the bubbles in the toilet? Yes, I recall that moment too. So, don’t act as if you don’t see the evidence.
I’ve repeatedly asked you to close the bathroom door, yet it remains wide open. I can almost hear the flies buzzing in, and I imagine the electric company chuckling at our plight.
I’m losing my patience because when I say “no,” you respond with an endless stream of “but why?” Your whining has reached a pitch only dogs can hear.
I’m about to lose my marbles because you and your sister have turned tattling into a competitive sport, and your playful wrestling often ends with tears.
I’ve reminded you countless times to brush your teeth, fix your hair, tidy your bed, and yes, for goodness’ sake, wear clean underwear, yet here we are, 2 PM and still nothing done.
I’m losing my grip because there’s an unmistakable odor in the family room that can only be described as “dog-related,” and I have no idea where it’s coming from. Is it the couch? The carpet? Am I the source? Who knows anymore?
I’m at my wit’s end because the chaos has reached a level where I can’t think, eat, or even use the restroom in peace.
You might assume I explode on a regular basis, but let me remind you of the times I’ve managed to keep my cool. Like that instance when you covered yourself in permanent marker right before our dinner outing — didn’t lose it then. Or that time you decided the backyard was your personal restroom, with the actual bathroom just a short distance away — nope, not even close to losing it.
Even when you initiated a water balloon fight indoors, I held it together, despite every fiber of my being screaming, “What on earth are you thinking?!”
There are so many moments where I’ve kept my composure, even when it felt completely justified to lose my cool. However, a person can only hear “stop bothering your sister” or “why is there a toy in the dog’s water bowl” so many times before their sanity starts to wane.
There’s only so many bedtime interruptions for a different cup of water or questions about whether dogs can comprehend English or Spanish. The continual complaints of “Mo-om, she won’t stop poking me!” push me closer to the edge.
So yes, I am on the verge of losing it, and that’s why.
Now, could you please pick up those dirty socks, close the door, and brush your teeth? Pretty please?
Because Mama could use a moment to binge on some chocolate bars while hiding in the closet before I truly lose my mind.
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Summary
This lighthearted yet heartfelt note from a parent to their child conveys the daily frustrations of parenting, emphasizing the challenges of maintaining order and cleanliness amidst chaos. The parent reflects on the times they’ve held their composure while humorously addressing the child’s antics, ultimately seeking a little cooperation for peace at home.