I haven’t been writing of late because our home is full. And fun. And full, did I say that? All of our children are here plus extras and I am loving it. At night, dinner time has stretched itself to ten plates. Sometimes I wonder how they will be filled, but funnily enough, there is always enough and even a bit for a second helping. And everyone loves it, and we laugh and we eat, and all that really matters is that we are together. My youngest daughter and I also use this opportunity to abuse board game my eldest son who is visiting for the Easter period. We have NO shame in manipulating him into playing a game, and you’d not be sure of who the youngest is based on the firm footedness of retorts, raucous laughter and squeals when winning *mostly describes me*.
We love any opportunity to be together and as my son said well, he was happy to be home, and that we are a clan and this Mother Hen, at that point, could have clucked around them a thousand times more than she already had been. The Easter weekend promises more of this, and we are excited about chilling away slightly away from day-to-day pressures. Don’t worry, as a mental illness aficionado, I’ll keep my worry level on light to panic, if the cookies are finished before the time. I said relax not lose my mind, tosses hair. But if I’m honest, the worry level has been boiling for some time. For example when my son arrived over a week ago, I crushed cried hugged him when he arrived but immediately felt the sadness of meeting him at the airport. It meant that he didn’t live at home, that he was going back at some point, and being the girl scout mom that I am, I prepare. Particularly emotions. I pre-cry. It does NOT impact on the eventual cry (like when he leaves) but at least I would have diminished the tear stock slightly.
Also, as if on cue, I generally start to feel terrible ahead of key times / dates / holidays. It’s almost as if I’ve been trained to be this way. When I was little holidays, however short, including weekends it became, were always celebrated with far too liquid diets and accordant drama…. So ahead of anything family related, my stomach cramped, my head ached, and I just wanted to sleep. And I feel the same way now, my training suggesting that something terrible is about to happen and that I needed to be prepared for that something too. That’s a very hard thing when you don’t know what the something is, and the appropriate level at which to cry. Being the mother I am and ready to share with everyone, I instead cry profusely so every possible something is covered in wet prayer.
So while I am trying, today I have decided that I am going to stay in my pj’s, leave the dishes in the kitchen and the washing in the machine. Every other day I am consumed in cleaning up and being efficient when I think right now what is important, is being kind to myself and savouring time with my children. I think I also need to think about what is REALLY important and what is unrealistic and not to push myself. I don’t know. I’m feeling a lot muddled and a lot like I need a pre-cry. What do you do when you feel like this? Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom.