The evil should monster

I should be researching food culture and the blogosphere right now. Hell, I should have done that a month ago and should actually be writing right now.

I should be writing lesson plans for classes 2 weeks from now so that I can get ahead.

I should be writing a lesson plan for class for tomorrow, or watching the film that I've assigned but actually have only watched scenes from, and thus, will probably end up "winging" class tomorrow which makes me feel awful.

I should be getting better from all the DOOM SICKNESS that enveloped our house, but instead, due to the 25mph winds here today, am full of snot and post-nasal drip because pollen is at an all-time high.

But in the face of all these "shoulds" I'm blogging about it. Basically whining about it. Because instead of putting all that energy into doing something, I am, in fact, seized with such lethargy and innertia that I can't do anything.

This is not a good place to be. What it makes me is a cranky mom.

I snapped at Stella three times in the course of 10 minutes this morning. Instead of calmly explaining why pushing her sister was not the most effective way of keeping her away from the toilet, instead of explaining why pushing her sister to the floor to keep her out of my sink drawers was not the most effective way, instead of explaining to Stella why trying to pick her sister up by the neck was not the most effective way of picking her up, instead of explaining calmly why almost 4 year olds don't really need "mousse" in the hair, regardless of the fact that Mommy used it to try to make her crappy hair look somewhat decent, which in the end did not work.... instead of using calm, I used loud. "Stella! Stop it!" "Stella, we don't do that to Louisa!" "Stella? What are you doing?"

I can understand why she has been so defiant these days. Who wants to be corrected all the time? I certainly don't. In fact, if she truly is my child, which I believe she is, then she wants to be right all the time. ;) So then the should monster rears its ugly head and tells me all day, I "should" be a better parent.

The amount of pressure we parents of young children put on ourselves is enormous. In fact, some days, too enormous to hold the weight and it all comes crashing down. Into yells. Into tears. Into tantrums. Into a big handful of cookies or a drink after the kids go to bed because self-medicating with either chocolate or bourbon seems like the best thing.

I didn't take the dog running this morning. I "should" have. And this is the only should I know I "should" have made at least a priority because maybe the 20 minutes, the simple quiet 20 minutes of a run all myself without any kids hanging off of me might have helped my mood. 20 minutes of "me" time. 20 minutes of doing something for my body to make it have the energy it needs to run around later after 2 children.

I know I'm not in this alone. But without a strong framework of friends or family here, we feel like we are flying by the seat of our pants most days... or adrift on a raft, floating aimlessly, wondering if we'll ever see land. No wonder Stella is at her peak emotionally most days. Without the interaction of other people from school, she's stuck with her family 24-7. We haven't had a little girl to play at our house since Santa Barbara... there, yet again, we "should" do better by our kids. But when her school best friend's mom won't even say hello to me, won't even look me in the eye when we cross paths at pick-up time, I'm not sure how to even broach the "hey, you want to come over for a playdate?" question.

This post has now become a jumble of thoughts... funny, I was teaching my students in Theatre History on Monday about the Surrealists... in a way, today feels a lot like automatic writing. The need to put whatever is in one's head down on paper, and looking back later for the illuminations that arise.