Confession

So did you watch the latest momversation? The topic was "bad parenting moments" or something equivalent. It's the perfect segue to a thought I've had bumbling around in my head a lot recently and have felt compelled to share. Not, by far, my worst parenting moment, but something I'm not proud of. Traditionally I do not do cabin fever well. When I'm stuck in the house for longer than one day I find myself feeling very cooped up and miserable. The recent snow has had me unwilling to bundle up the crew and venture out. So as the walls have closed in on me I've found myself becoming increasingly aware of the small person who always seems to be standing, or maybe just shuffling along slowly, right where I need to be. The one that I'm constantly telling, "Ok, move over I need to open the dishwasher." or, "Excuse me! I need to get the milk out of the fridge." or, "Can you walk a little faster? Mommy needs to pee." I can't help feeling like I've got a little soccer ball constantly underfoot and so it's perfectly natural, don't you think, to be resisting the urge to gently kick it out of the way 20 or so times per day...