My scattered brain

So, tonight I was in the kitchen making chicken fajitas for dinner. Choo-choo watched from the doorway. I couldn’t tell if his eyes followed me in adoration or criticism. Nevertheless, I had an audience.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Making dinner,” I replied over my shoulder.

“No make dinner.”

“I have to make dinner. We need to eat before bed. And I’m hungry. I’m sure you’re hungry, too.”

“Mommy no make dinner.”

Not only was I rushing to get our food done, but now I had my child telling me my efforts were unnecessary. Great.

I stood at the counter chopping some red bell peppers. When I picked up the board to move the peppers to the pan, the knife fell into the sink.

“Don’t do that!” he shouted.

He kept screaming it as I tried to explain it was an accident. I finally ignored him and got the rice started. I returned to the chicken cooking on the stove.

Choo-choo decided to switch gears. “E-I-E-I-O!” he shouted before changing to more of a singing voice. “E-I-O! E-I-O!”

“Not right now, honey, please,” I answered, trying to focus on the task at hand.

He wouldn’t let up, though. He just kept shouting “E-I-O!” at me.

At this point, I’m thinking, Okay, I’ll sing you the darn song, just please give me a break right now!

“There was a farmer who had a dog and E-I-E-I-O!” I huffed.

Yep, it doesn’t make sense. I know this. I knew it as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I was too flustered to remember which lyrics belongs to which song. I was also too flustered to be able to keep control of the spoon I was using and chicken pieces landed all over the door by my feet.

Okay. I can handle this, I told myself. Deep breaths. When I was finally able to tune out all the noise and the screaming, I tried again. “Old Macdonald had a farm-”

And on I continued. You know the song. So anyway, I filled in all of the animal choices, with Choo-choo shouting “Worm! Worm!” for every possibility. Let me just add that I HATE worms. I think that though they serve a purpose, they are nasty, disgusting little things, and I really, really didn’t want to sing about them while cooking dinner.

I go through as many animals as I can think of and return to finishing the preparations for our meal. There was only last minute things to do. Choo-choo was quiet by this point, so I think I’m in the clear. And then it happens. Again.

“E-I-O! E-I-O!”

Yeah, so, I think I’m going to lose my mind. If anyone happens to find it, could you please return it to me? I’d be really grateful. Thanks 😁


Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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