I took a few days off from the 'puter.
With the exceptions of playing some games on Facebook (cuz, dude, I'm totally addicted to Algerian Patience and Mafia Wars) my lappy was off all weekend. And you know what?
It felt good.
Because you see...my weekend started off a little rough and I needed the down-time.
If I haven't said so already, let this stand as my preface for all other Mom-related comments: I love my Mother.
She just has absolutely no respect for my decisions as a parent or understand boundaries what-so-ever and I leave encounters with her feeling frustrated, angry and cheated out of time with my kids that I could have spent doing something else. ANYTHING else.
As in I'd rather shout, "C'mon kids! We're going to go walk around in a really super-expensive antique store for an hour without a stroller! And we're not going to nap! And I'm going to feed you nothing but sugar! WOO HOO!!!"
But I feel this horrible guilt if I don't answer the phone when she calls. I think of how much I would love to have had more time with either of my Grandmas and don't want to deny my kids time with theirs.
A Saturday morning trip to Target, though, changed my mind.
If Mommy ain't happy -- no one's happy.
And that Mommy? Is ME.
For two weeks now I've spent my Saturdays with her and spent the rest of the weekend trying to recover from them. I had kids behave in public the way my children never have because I have rules like "We Don't Play With Basketballs in Target" and Grandma says its OK.
I had kids have blood-curdling, screaming tantrums because they wanted the damned basketball and I have rules like "I'm Not Buying A Freakin' Basketball Because We Already Have Two at Home" and Grandma says, "Oh, its OK - Grandma will buy it" and then Mommy has to say "Like hell you will."
I had kids have 20-minute long tantrums because Grandma was getting dropped off at home after she promised them sunshine and ponies and pockets full of chocolate and Mommy couldn't take it any more.
I let my kids cry because we were going home for lunch and then nap time as previously scheduled because I wasn't about to fall AGAIN for the, "Oh, its OK...they can take naps later, right?" line. (Because if Grandma says it out loud then I'm the bad guy who won't let them, but screw it...Momma needs her boys' nap time as much as they need the nap.)
Its like I'm torturing myself - in some ways I see spending time with my Mom as an addictive behavior. (Shut up - I like Intervention alright?) I know its bad for me. I know I'm going to regret it later on -- but I do it anyway.
SO. I love my mother but I'm not going to let her ruin another weekend for me.
Cuz there just aren't enough of them to waste.