I said it the other night, at a cocktail party.
“Yeah, the kids are good! Things are good! We’re in a really great place. It’s… easy!”
And as soon as it came out of my mouth, I panicked. As I chewed on my chicken satay.
Everyone knows that the girl in the horror movie isn’t supposed to let down her guard for a second.
That’s when she’s done for.
Sure enough, this week I have been knocked for a loop by Motherhood once again. It’s my fault for jinxing myself, I suppose. But I’m not ready to write about it. It would be cool if I were. There’s something very compelling about Dooce’s separation and the way she writes about it, without time to process and make sense. She promises her readers unfiltered honesty and that’s what they get.
But I think I’m more of a it’s-funny-because-it’s-true writer. I like to have enough distance from something to make meaning out of it– or at least find it humorous. And I’m not there yet.
The latest parenting challenge I have been handed is NOT tragic, but it’s my hard. And my hard is hard. And I’m mostly writing this to say that I will say something funny again next week.
Until then, if you catch yourselves telling your friends how easy your mother load has suddenly become… watch out.
Have you ever had a “huh, this is pretty easy” moment, followed by a metaphorical piano falling on you?