Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Another day, another dead turtle

The stomach bubbles are seriously impeding my ability to twist in Mari D (binding by the fingernails, I knew they would come in handy if I finally stopped biting them) and kind of making Mari C unpleasant. Went to my shrink today, and she put me onto the notion that the sour stomach and inability to find any food or drink that doesn't bubble up and gurgle unpleasantly (even 12 hours later) might just be symbolic of me swallowing my rage at having to be home for almost a week with a sick child.

Dirty little secret time: it's not always fun and stimulating to take care of your kids. And by "your", I mean mine. But probably, yours too. Even if you don't care to admit it to yourself, and instead, churn acid in your stomach and then have trouble binding in Mari D.

Seriously, homework? It is as boring, no, more boring, than when you were the one who had to hand it in to your teacher. Listening to endless and exhaustive play-by-plays of the X-Box Baseball tournament? Like listening to water drip out of the faucet. Transporting kids to and from their activities? How do I describe the way this begins to get to you after awhile? Think Sisyphus with a rather unruly rock that is in constant danger of running into the crosswalk while a car is making a left.

But when your child is home for a week with a rotten cold, and you spend the week sitting around the house listening patiently to the bitching and moaning and cleaning up after the snooting and vomiting, well, it makes all of that look like a day at the beach with a shirtless Josh Holloway. Basically, it sucks ass. Only you are way too deep into the "Perfect Mommy Fantasy" to acknowleged those feelings. And when they begin to surface, you just no sympathy for yourself whatsoever, which only makes the stomach acid churn a little more.

Brian returned to school today (he tried to return on Monday, only to go home sick and stay home yesterday; I had a yoga furlough in the morning but spent the rest of the day playing the role of the Perfect Mommy, which is to say, the one who won't acknowledge that it's okay to hate staying home with a sick child, when the Good Enough Mommy would been good enough (that's the one who stays home with the sick child and allows herself to feel her feelings of feeling trapped). He is much better now and even has a friend over.

And the Good Enough Mommy is hosting that playdate like a trouper and is allowing herself to feel quite put upon.

Doctor's orders and all that.



Tiffersll said...

Please tell me you didn't kill a turtle...I'm assuming you're referring to supta k...mine still hasn't given birth yet

yoga chickie said...

No turtles were actually killed. I just hung out for, like, an eternity in a Supta K-like posture, ankles crossed intensely, but arms reaching out sideways (I am trying to work my shoulders under my knee-pits, and the more I can do it, the further out my arms are freed).

Anonymous said...

I really think you should not eat before practice. I couldn't imagine it. I'd be SICK. Coffee? Hell, yes. But no food...

yoga chickie said...

Most of the time, I eat no food. Today I ate no food.

Anonymous said...

Ok, if its not food, I do buy that it may be somewhat psycho-psomatic. But not necessarily about staying home with your son. Maybe its about practice. You've been out for a long time, just back to practice, very anxious to see and feel results..what better way to not get disappointed than to have something "wrong" such that practice really does not go well...who knows?

boodiba said...

Aaaaahhh!!! I'm the one who killed a turtle! I let them out of the cage Sat night, after skipping dinner and then blitzing myself on 2 vodka martinis. Oompa was never seen again. I did manage to recover a dusty Loompa, but now he's depressed and won't eat.

Your headline really caught my eye.

Notice how I didn't admit this on my own blog. In my defense, I have to state that I've kept one cat alive and happy for twelve years.

I don't know HOW people raise kids. If everyone were like me, planet earth would not be having population problems...

Anonymous said...

Oh, and by the way, when Petri leaves, Tanya takes over...

Copyright 2005-2007 Lauren Cahn, all rights reserved. Photos appearing on this blog may be subject to third party copyright ownership. You are free to link to this blog and portions hereof, but the use of any direct content requires the prior written consent of the author.

About Me

My photo
Northern Westchester, New York, United States
I live by a duck pond. I used to live by the East River. I don't work. I used to work a lot. Now, not so much. I used to teach a lot of yoga. Now not so much. I still practice a lot of yoga though. A LOT. I love my kids, being outdoors, taking photos, reading magazines, writing and stirring the pot. Enjoy responsibly.


Ashtanga Blogs

Thanks for reading Yoga Chickie!