![]() ![]() For example, my four-year-old has a morbid fascination with death. Live and let live.Įven mortality should not scare us so. Studies have proven that all forms of parenting produce decidedly average adults. But don’t waste precious energy trying to fix every last one of your children’s annoying behaviors. Of course, it is absolutely necessary to parent occasionally, and to then push the marble back in with a quick piece of chocolate. I cannot in good faith recommend that you ignore your son’s attempt to show his brother how Eisav bit Yaakov’s neck. Anyway, since when are you allowed to eat cake ? Squash the urge to prove yourself, for the sake of your sanity. I consider that my very own exercise hack.įor instance, yesterday I found myself with an empty hour in which I could have baked something, but since I guard my mental health above all, I banished all homey images of freshly baked homemade cakes and replaced them with pictures of chocolate-batter splattered counters and burnt oatmeal cookies. Personally, I find that I’ve set the bar so low in my life that I literally have to bend down to crawl under it sometimes. ![]() It doesn’t matter that your friend cooks six-course nutritious meals a sandwich will do nicely, as long as it’s protein and starch in any format. The key to survival in today’s world is to bring down the standards.And while having homemade everything in your freezer, and floors your baby can lick without fear of contamination are lofty goals indeed, if holding on to that last marble is important to you, take some tips here, free of charge. Coming from proud Hungarian stock, many of us don’t know how to just let go, to cut corners, to take it easy. I have reason to believe I am not alone in this struggle to stay sane. Yet they underestimate the power of the desperate woman holding on to the very last bit of her sanity, white fingertips on the verge of losing sensation. They will leave bags of their own marbles on the dark basement steps and unattended shoeboxes of salamanders in the bungalow bathroom. They will vomit after a bath, purposely wear mismatched clothing, and insist on leaving the house without breakfast. My kids are on an all-out mission to get their grubby little fingers on that last shiny marble. In moments of desperation, just eating will do. Swiping the credit card to pay for new clothing will always keep the marble from slipping over the edge, as will eating out at a fancy restaurant with old school friends. I can do things like yell very loudly into the emptiness of the house on Monday morning, or go for long solitary walks on a short Friday afternoon. I will do anything to make sure it stays in the bag. And I guard this marble with my very life. It contains within it my last vestiges of self-respect, remaining adult language skills, several recipes handed down for generations, and a few notes of Beethoven’s Für Elise. It’s a shiny purple orb, rather larger than the average marble. Major life-cycle events such as potty training and sleep deficiency contributed significantly to my overall cognitive decline, though it wasn’t that apparent since the greater majority of the company I kept was equally compromised. I gave up my job before they took it away from me.Īs the years marched along, the bag of marbles got progressively lighter. ![]() I walked aimlessly around rooms I had no recollection of entering and found myself rocking the shopping cart at the supermarket, my baby’s cries always ringing in my brain. When my oldest was born, it took several months for me to realize that I was quite a few marbles short of a full bag. I tried holding on to them, but it was an exercise in futility. They were slippery and round and they rolled under sofas and wall ovens and got stuck between slats of A/C vents. Every one of those marbles was precious they held nuggets of important information such as the appropriate location for the cordless phone - the base, not in the fridge - and the destination for the Yom Tov butcher order list - not the pediatrician’s voicemail.īut then those marbles started getting lost. Brightly colored, beautiful shiny marbles. Ike everyone else, I started out with a nice big bag of marbles. When my oldest was born, it took several months for me to realize that I was quite a few marbles short of a full bag ![]()
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