“Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.” Ephesians 4:2
July. The month where my inner motherhood begins to grumble. Although, I’m not really ready for school to start, I’m craving some space. Let me rephrase that. I’m ravenous for some “me” time, as in me, alone, by myself.
My teens are imaginative, active, “I want to go somewhere” teens. “Let’s do this”, “make this” and “Oh, but first we need to go here” normal teens.
I would, during any other part of the year retreat to the back porch, my sanctuary of peace. But…since it faces the western July sunset, that’s not happening. My hiding place has been inhabited by hot weather.
In a couple of weeks reprieve will hit as Mission trip meets Senior trip and my cubs leave for seven whole days; but as for now we share a space with school in recess and are required to be nice to each other for survival’s sake.
Today though, I caught my inner mean mommy wanting to surface. It was like my skin hurt and I craved M&M’s with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey.
I get it.
This isn’t summer mommy angst. This is PMS.
That’s what I’m experiencing.
PMS in July.
Dude. Is there a medal for surviving this? I’m not sure who would earn it. Me or my kids.
Recognition is half the battle, right?
Whew, it will only be a few days until this passes. Thank you, God, for teenagers, who can feed themselves. I’m locking myself in my bedroom for a bit. That is the only way I’m going to have the strength to be kind. Just not talk to anyone.
I’m grabbing a spoon and heading for the freezer. Then I’m putting a sign on the door. “PMS. Enter at your own risk.”