My mood swings have been epic this last week.
I’m like a total Katy Perry song. Have I ever told you that Sam looooooves Katy Perry. When he was a new born California Girls could get him to stop crying. Now his favorite Sesame Street video is the banned Katy Perry video (Yup, hand over that Parent of the Year award)! Anyway, where was I.
Oh, yes, my mood swings. One minute I’m on the floor playing with the boys, the next minute I’m curled up in a ball crying. One minute I’m laughing, the next minute I’m ready to take someone’s head off. Related to my mood is my absolute lack of patience.
Lack of patience + mood swings + two toddlers = FAIL
I know that I’m going to have these stumbling blocks, these moments where I slip backwards. But I don’t want to. Yesterday the boys were playing together. Like really, laying on the ground both pushing trucks around, playing together. And the sun was coming in the front window and I was all warm and glowy. Because it was all just so perfect.
And then the sadness started to creep in. It just started tugging at me, trying to pull me out of my warm and glowy place. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to give into the sadness because it was just too wonderful where I was. So I pushed back against it. I fought to stay in the moment, but I had already lost the moment. I ended up in this weird kind of purgatory, straddling the joy and the sadness — both pulling me in opposite directions — both making it impossible to fully give into the other.
I know I’m going to have these moments, days, weeks. I know that grief is a process. I know that it will probably be with me in some form for the rest of my life. But I only have so many glowy moments and I’m sick of giving them up to the grief.
And when I am being stretched to my limit by my emotions I struggle with my moods. I become snappy and short fused and all the things I don’t want to be which makes me frustrated which makes me more emotional which makes me more moody. Anyone else exhausted?