I was talking on the phone today with my best friend, sharing stories of harried days full of “mommymommymommy” and “ehhh ehhh ehhh” and waaaahoo’s up the wa-hoos. It was nice. I’m not alone in the world – I’m not the only mother who sometimes thinks her life has been invaded by aliens. Tyrannical aliens. Tyrannical aliens who poop a lot.
But I digress…
The point is, she shared a funny story with me from a comedian who has kids. It goes more or less like this:
Having children you have to look for your breaks where you can get them. One of the best is when you go someplace in the car. First you strap in one child – and shut the door. Then you strap in the other child – and shut the door. And then for those 30 seconds it takes to walk around the car, pure silence. It’s like, “Ohh yeah.”
I laughed before she had even gotten to the punchline because I already knew it. And maybe that’s why I called my best friend from my driveway as I watched the house, bracing myself for the onslaught that awaited me. Because every once in a while, you just gotta step into the silence and say, “Ohh yeah.”