Overwhelmed

This afternoon, I found myself cowering way downstairs in our tiny storage room with a full-sized Snickers bar, trying to figure out what the hell was my fricken problem. I had just had a full blown meltdown with the kids, and for what? I don't know! I think I even scared one of the other moms when picking up Vincent from preschool.

Seriously. It's the rain. I know, we live in Seattle. But, it's not that often that it pours. I don't care if we have nowhere to go when it's pouring. Today, we had stuff. I'm still not so good with luggin' two kids around, while holding an umbrella, in the rain. And, Tyler was all floppy in my arms.

I was freaking about all the stuff we seemed to have accumulated in our rental home in just a little over a year. I can't believe we have so much stuff. We've even purged. How can this be? I mean, how did we fit all this stuff in our old 910 sqft house? I refuse to believe we've added that much more STUFF. Whatever the case, it's here. And, I have to pack it all up. I know I'm just over thinking. I mean, we have 3 weeks before our planned move. We don't have to be completely out of our place until the end of the month. And, we'll have the keys to the new place next Monday. Plus, my mom will be here to help. So, WTF am I so overwhelmed with? It's just me. It's in my nature. I'm a D.Q. (Drama Queen). Control Freak. OCD.

But, so here's the other thing that overwhelmed me, in a completely different way. Vincent. My dear, dear, sweet Vincent. I had managed to get Tyler down for a nap, and went to get Vincent settled for the afternoon. He could see the stress on my face, and he looked at me in a way that said, "What's wrong, Mommy?" So, without thinking, I just started telling him about how the place is a mess, and I have so much to do, and I don't know how I'm going to get it all done. I sat on this little step stool with my face in my hands, and he came over and put his arms around me, and said, "It's okay, Mommy. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay..." He patted my back and kissed me on the face. I was floored. Vincent's ability to empathize just amazes me.

And, so I sat in that little room, thinking about all that just happened in the last hour. Overwhelmed by the task of moving, but also totally overwhelmed with my love for Vincent; both my boys, for that matter. And, that (along with the Snickers bar) was what calmed me down, and gave me the strength to pull it together, and just take things one step at a time.

I was able to pack up a few boxes, and still have a bit of time to do something I wanted to do.

And, really, when you think about it, wouldn't you be totally overwhelmed with love by these boys?

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