I wrote this post a month ago but for some reason it was eaten by the drafts section. Now…I’ve found it. And you get to read it! Enjoy!!
The strife presenting itself in my home was unimaginable. It didn’t seem possible for such angst to come from such a small body. How could she be so upset? She was creating a tornado of emotional chaos around her.
But it did.
And I got to catch all the angst and the kid …. and fix her problem.
Her problem. The problem that was going to be the end of her 9 year old self. It was so horrible she was in tears. Couldn’t speak without deep stuttering breaths.
“M…mmmmy jeeeewwelry is allll tan-tangled up. I NEED to wear it for the first ddddday of sss chool.”
“What?” I asked expecting a request for a boo-boo bandaid or something along those lines.
“MY JEWELRY IS ALL TANGLED UP!” she screamed at me.
Back the truck up. Are you serious?
“Okay sweetie, bring it here and let’s figure this out.” She was lucky the first day of school was three weeks away.
She brings me this mess – no WAD – of dollar store jewelry, birthday party swag bag crap, and her FIRST COMMUNION NECKLACE all tangled together.
I held my cool. I kept it together. I asked her to go play while I starting working. I was beyond livid something so special was mixed up in her play things…and to make matters worse…that wasn’t the necklace she was concerned about.
I freed what I thought was a play pearl necklace. Nope. Two pearl bracelets, one belong to her and the other to her sister, gifts from my niece for being flower girls last year. The face turned an additional shade of red.
WHY IS THEIR NICE STUFF MIXED UP? WHO FOUND THE BOX OF NICE STUFF AND CLIMBED ON A CHAIR AND THEN REMOVED IT FROM – NOT ONE BUT TWO – MEMORY BOXES HIGH IN THE CLOSET. I was ready to kick some little sobbing butt.
But I didn’t.
I requested things like a doctor asks for instruments during surgery. “Turn on the bright light.” You know – the light everyone has that causes instant blindness and gives you a tan just from being in its proximity. “Get me my sewing kit. Now.” I needed a needle to thread the strands of cheap metal (plastic?) apart.
The blood. Oh my the blood. I poked my finger causing my daughter to cry. Wait? Aren’t I the one with the injury? I told her all was well and to go out and play because I would most likely poke another finger in this process and I couldn’t take the pressure of a 9 year old watching my every move, giving me tip after tip after ever loving tip.
The tears. I wasn’t crying. The sweat from the anger and exertion ran down my face. My monstrously thick eyebrows did nothing to protect my eyes. The sweat beads made their way into my eyes and caused tears to be released.
Finally, the teddy bear crystal necklace from some trip Dr. Evil took to China was free. Then the challenge. The monogram matching necklaces. A “C” and “M” – both letters with additional spaces for tangles to form. Places for knots to hide and form when you turn your eyeball away for just a second. A nanosecond of looking away could be the difference in success and utter, total and complete failure.
The “M” came free. The “C’ was being a complete jerk and wrapping and re-wrapping itself around the chain.
But I kept on keeping on. I worked at this for 45 minutes. Where my tenacity and determination came from – NO IDEA??!?! I’m very “squirrel!” typically but this task. This monstrous horrendous task held my focus like no other.
Actually, I think it was the prevention of the meltdown sure to occur did I not succeed that assisted my focus. And my lack of interest in doing laundry – all the laundry – that was waiting for me.
Two hours. Two hours people. Two cans of Diet Dew. Countless glasses of water. A few tissues to help with the sweat…….and
we had free necklaces.
I did it. I singlehandedly saved the day. For my 9 year old. In her eyes, I was a total hero.
For about 5 minutes until I told her she couldn’t wear dangle earrings to school. Then I was bad mom again.
EJ out – to find some laundry to do and search for new dryers online. We have hopefully a week left before the cadence of this dryer finally dies out. We’ve repaired it so many times in the past ten years we’ve decided when it dies, it will be the true death. Scratch and dent sales – here I come!
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