Princess of Errands

The Parenting Wall

Today, I hit the parenting wall.

It looked a lot like me saying: I’m not talking about this anymore. Because I’m right.

And my kids chanting for the next 5 minutes: You’re wrong. You’re wrong.

We were discussing the title of a Monster High movie. A movie they aren’t even allowed to see. {sigh}

I called my husband to let him know how much my head hurt from banging it into this wall and he replied: You seemed kind of rough this morning.

Me: Well, we’ve been having so much beginning-of-summer fun but you were gone for most of yesterday and I’m still tired and we have too many errands.

Scott: Is there something specific going on with the kids though?

Me: Mostly the fact that I have to feed them lunch.

So we stole Scott from work and went to lunch with a princess and a football player.

Princess of Errands
Her errand outfit. OF COURSE.
His Errand Outfit
His errand outfit. A little more practical since the best offense is a good defense when doing anything in my neck of the woods.

Breakfast for lunch helped, too.

When I’m not malfunctioning, I’m becoming more popular by reading and writing elsewhere.

My Other Hangouts (Don’t Tell My Blog):

  • My Parenting Style: Human Being Who Has Not Been Here Long: On Richmondmom (I’m BACK!), I talk about my parenting style because UGH TO LABELS AND TO PARENTING BOOKS. I may fit in here and there, but not because I’m trying to do so. I’m just parenting tiny human beings as a flawed human who has been here a lot longer.
  • Summer Book Recommendations: On Facebook, I reposted the ecard “I decided staying up all night and finishing my book was more important than being mentally present today” and got some great book recs to have that happen to me again. Get some yourself or add your own.

Favorite posts I didn’t read, I mean, write:

  • How Not to Be Alone: “Most of our communication technologies began as diminished substitutes for an impossible activity… {but then} we began to prefer the diminished substitutes.” Ouch. It’s not an anti-technology piece but a thoughtful one on face-to-face time and undivided attention. (From the NYT Op-Ed – insightful)
  • After Newtown shooting, mourning parents enter into the lonely quiet: The saddest article I’ve ever read but worth reading if only because these parents deserve to be heard. (From The Washington Post — crying also I couldn’t post this article in enough places)
  • NSA Wiretapping Public Service Announcement: Because if everyone talks like a terrorist all the time, we’d finally be safe. (From funny of die – hilariously wrong NSFW video)

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

3 thoughts to “The Parenting Wall”

  1. Their win/loss ratio will go up in the coming years. Look for coordinated attacks when they can isolate you. The best defense is a coordinated defense with Scott. You win in the end because teen hormones will kick in and you will still control the food and the wifi password. Stay strong.

  2. I hear you. This is wonderful because it reminds me that beginning of summer woes happen to others as well, and because I know and feel that banging head against the wall thing. 😉

  3. My parenting wall has been the “why” question from my 4 year old. I wouldn’t mind it so much if the why was asked where I could give an answer. His “why” comes after a statement that couldn’t possibly have anymore explanation. And I find myself saying “because it just is” many times a day.

    And I read that Newtown article from your Twitter post. Broke my heart into a million pieces. And I don’t think it can even truly show the deep chasm these parents find themselves in, even though it did a good job sharing their anguish.

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