Feeling Like Dory

There are quite a few blog topics I have been kicking around in my head but I feel that this is most likely the product of feeling some writing inspiration welling in my being again. I am torn between wanting to write solely about parenting and writing about whatever topic comes into my head. It seems to me that enough people out there are blogging about parenting so why add my voice to the fray and yet why deprive everyone of my *unique* perspective. Yes, we are all precious snowflakes and my thoughts are more precious than your thoughts (*snicker*). 

 

O.k., well, anyway, the thoughts above sort of reflect the idea that I decided to write about today instead of the power struggle I have had with my daughter lately (although that is also interesting and probably less than amusing - let me just give you a hint - it involved experimenting in the kitchen with various foods and resulted in a watermelon, carrot and onion concoction that she was then required to eat because she made it - oh got to love natural consequences). 

 

Sense a pattern here? 

 

I feel like Dory the fish from "Finding Nemo." Hello, can I help you? Oh, a boat! I've seen a boat! It's this way, follow me......Hello, can I help you? 

 

The natural business that results from parenting as many children as we now have causes this state of Doriness. Case in point, I was interrupted from writing just now by the two year old in the high chair:

 

 "Mommy, can I have tuna fish?" (because oldest son is eating a bowl of tuna salad - yeah we're a bit low on the breakfast options at the moment), followed by daughter 

 

"Can I have a glass of milk?" 

 

"Can I use this glass?" (by which she means the glass shot glass that is in the cupboard primarily for me to be able to use the last bit of children's medicine in the bottle that I can't reach with the medicine syringe) 

 

"No, you can't use that glass" 

 

"What is it for?" 

 

"Measuring things..." (I wasn't about to go into a lot of detail at this point)

 

(Baby fusses from his tummy on the floor on the blanket, dissatisfied with the sock he is currently chewing on - remove sock from baby's hand, pick up)

 

"Mommy, I'm all done!! And I sticky!" 

 

"Mom, he didn't want the milk I poured so I dumped it out"

 

?!

 

"You did what? Why?? O.k. new rule, before you pour some milk for someone ask them if they want it. Do we have to talk about wasting food again??"

 (find clean rag or towel to clean off two year old - settle for pink bath towel because rags are seemingly in short supply - wipe hands, get him down from high chair)

 

"Mommy, I cold too"

 

"Well, then maybe you just need a blanket" (toss blanket onto two year old and then retrieve baby from crib where he was put while wiping down toddler and is now fussing)

 

*Whew* Tired out? Me too. It really just goes on from there. So should I really be surprised when I feel like Dory?

 

If you are feeling so inclined here's a Dory refresher(for those who haven't seen Finding Nemo in a while or ever):

It's no wonder then, that I spend my days wandering around with what I will term "Parenting related short term memory loss." Honestly when I don't have someone asking me to do something or a question or doing something for somebody my brain is just a flurry of other things that I should be doing and so I wind up with a house full of things I tried to do before I got interrupted. 

 

Consequently, I can be doing dishes for two minutes and suddenly remember that I put a load of clothes in the washer two hours ago and they probably need to go in the dryer while at the same time thinking that I still haven't completed that last segment of the back porch as of yet. 

 

The one thing, though, that I think all moms (and everyone really) comes away with from Dory is to "just keep swimming...just keep swimming."

 

I think if I can just keep swimming everything's going to work out fine.