an open letter

To my children:

I love you two georgeous children! You really do make my heart happy. You delight me with your quirky little comments and funny ways of looking at the world. You make me smile at unexpected moments and you hug me right when I need it. Thank you.

Here’s the thing though: you also drive me a bit nuts. It’s about the getting up at 7am and ringing those annoying Kindermusik bells that I’ve grown to hate so much. It’s about the sheer volume you are able to maintain for what appears to be endless hours. And can we please talk about hanging on the curtains one last time? Enough already! There just has to be a few minutes in the day where you are quiet (and not making a mess in your steath way) so that my poor aching head can rest for a moment. So let’s just agree to some calm and some better listening and our days will go a lot more smoothly. Sanks!

To my dog:

You are cute and cuddly and I really like it when you lay on my feet and keep them warm. I love your brown eyes and the way you flop on your side so we can rub your belly. You are a good friend to my kids and I know that when you grow out of this puppy phase that you will be an awesome companion.

I have to be honest and tell you that I thought about dog stir fry for supper tonight. Enough grabbing food off the counter, biting the damn throw cushions on the couch, chewing up shoes and favourite toys (I might go a wee bit Captain Insaino on you if you touch The Girl’s baby again) and barking at every moving thing that goes by. You are driving me totally crazy. I’d like to have you in the house more and pet you lots more but I just can’t stand being around you right now. So let’s agree that you’ll settle down a bit and you can hang out with us more. Mmmkay?

To the mess in my house:

I have nothing good to say to you. You clutter every nook and cranny of my home and my mind. You fill space in my overwhemed brain that really just needs a little zen now and zen (ha!). You confront me in the morning, laugh at me over lunch time and wake me up late at night. You’ve gotten seriously out of hand in the “office” and appear to be preparing to stage a coup under the microwave. You drive me nuts and to be frank, I hate you. So just go away and stay away. Thanks in advance.

To my new vacuum:

I love you. Thanks for being here and for sucking such unbelievable amounts of crap out of my carpets. We are all much better for your recent arrival. If you weren’t so awkwardly shaped I just might hug you.

To the noise in my head:

Shut up, shut up, shut up! Enough said.

To my husband:

I love you best of all. You are warm and safe and you make me feel calmer. The best part of my day is lying in the spot listening to your heart beat (one small complaint: does it have to beat so loud?). Thanks for trying to help and understand.

So about this weekend… How would you like to take the kids away for the day on Saturday so I can get some stuff done and have a bit of a reprieve from humans less than 4 feet tall? I’m thinking dinosaurs? Lemmeno.

Yours truly,

Rachel

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