Water and Sand

Living near the beach -- as in a five minute drive -- is heaven 
to me.  I can easily make my way to the water and sand and 
have that instant moment of calm.

What is it that makes us moms require many of these moments 
of calm?  Are we like everybody else who hits the wall of life 
several times a day?  Are we being dramatic?  Or, are we predisposed to a daily dose of mini breakdowns?

"Wake up, guys!"  Down the stairs to wake up the other.  "No!  Too tired!"  Up the stairs to 
wake him up again.  "Can I have eggs for breakfast?"  two second coffee refill.  "I said get up 
please!"  This goes on for at least ten minutes before the boys are up and running.  

Up and running:  "I can't find my blue shirt."  Sip of coffee, damn it!  It's cold.  "Mom, where 
are my P.E. clothes?"  Because their eyes don't work until we get into the car, I go and hand 
him his P.E. clothes.   Eggs cooking, toast toasting.  "Can I have some orange juice, please?"  
Ahh, I like the please.

"Come on, Mom.  We're going to be late!"  Really?  Really?  Keys in hand, coffee cup in 
hand, at the door waiting - waiting...you get it.  Back packs?  I ask because, please, I have 
to!  "Oh yeah,  up the stairs one goes to retrieve back pack.  Yes.  I'm just brilliant!  

Bus stop.  Out of car, "love you, Mom."  Again, I'm loved and brilliant!

Ahh, there's the beach across the street.  Calling me.  Calling me.  All the running up and 
down, making breakfast...I grab my cup, feet set in the sand while the water soothes 
my feet.  My moment of calm.

Sip of coffee...coffee cold!  Damn it!