Bliss and Chaos has morphed from a therapy-session recommended outlet for a crazed working mom, to a blog about anything and everything, including a lifestyle change that helps me manage all the bliss and chaos that comes with being a mom. Now I find bliss after a hard run, a long bike ride, or an hour in the pool. And that bliss keeps me sane, un-medicated and present for my family, those that mean more to me than any medal, age group place or physical accomplishment I make.
And no, of course I make no money as a housewife, and never having had the prestigious opportunity to stay home with my children it has been quite an adjustment for me, and apparently the kids as well. But really, is it too much to ask?
$5 for every time they got out of the cart and ran around it, getting in the way of several non-English speaking shoppers who, thankfully, did not understand the swear words coming out of my mouth.
$10 for every look of sympathy I got from the sweet old man Kaylee cut off while selecting our shopping cart for the day. I saw him over and over again and he just LOOKED like he felt sorry for me.
$25 for every time I pinched the kids for their misbehavior (it sure as hell beats being one of "those" mothers in the store who actually spanks her kids)
$50 for THIS button in the bathroom, at EYE level to my children, and note Kaylee CAN read:
If my math is correct, that would be about $315, which more than covers the cost of my $100 grocery bill, but the leftovers, well, not nearly enough to compensate me for my humiliation. One hour and 5 minutes of sheer terror, frustration and complete and utter senseless behavior from my children. I am never EVER taking them shopping again.
Have I said that before?
And in case you think I am overexaggerating my experiences, here's the evidence to prove that I am not. This is my recycle basket: