at what price honesty?
you are witnessing me in the middle of an internal battle.
my father and sister are arriving for a long overdue visit on friday.
the situation: triplets, demanding. sick and not sleeping a lot. until three weeks ago they used to sleep through the night, and now only sela does. they are getting active…my dad calls them the dog pile because they are always squirming around each other and pushing and kicking. sebastian three and active and loving being read to, showing off his paintings, games he’s created, or his talent of jumping off the sofa and landing on his feet then bottom.
the dilemma: should i make myself look like i rise above the demanding chaos? because if i could pull it off, i would gain so many points in the family’s unwritten and understood FLAW BOOK. patience and temper and always issues for me, but appearing ethereal in all of this would definitely make me the BEST PERSON IN OUR FAMILY. EVERYONE would come to me for advice and i would hear everything first.
however, this mother would not be a person i would like. not on an integrity meaning either. but this mother would be a bit boring, i suspect floral, and unbearably naff.
and then there is the little matter of, if i pretend to be in WORSE shape than i am in, they will do more.
so, what shall it be: pride or pity?
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
