A couple of weeks ago, I read an article called "
16 Habits Of Highly Sensitive People" that was published on Huffington Post. I was hooked the second I read its opening paragraph:
Do you feel like you reflect on things more than everyone else? Do you find yourself worrying about how other people feel? Do you prefer quieter, less chaotic environments?
UMMM.....not yes....... but HELL YES.
Allow myself to introduce myself. I'm Katie and on most days I feel certifiably insane.
Just as described in the article: I am emotionally reactive, constantly get told I'm too sensitive or to "stop taking things so personally", take for.ev.er. to make a decision, have been described by my therapist as an "extroverted introvert" (yep - it's a real thing), feel anxiety and depression on a regular basis, freak out when sounds annoy me (like, seriously.....I will snap like the Hulk at a leaky faucet), have been known to lose sleep when I see something violent or disturbing in a movie or TV, crumble at the sound of too much criticism and have great manners but almost to a fault.
I mean, seriously, this article was written for me.
But here's why I chose to write a blog about it.
Because now, take all of those things I just listed above.....and then add the fact that I have two (albeit amazing) children. And a husband (also amazing). And a dog (who is mostly amazing...with room for improvement). Yep, this is where the certifiably insane part of me comes in.
I react emotionally to everything. I take it
all personally. So on mornings like today when my oldest decides he's just not in the mood for getting ready for school....it sends me into a downward spiral.
We have a very precise list of things to do every morning. We all leave at the same time. First, we take the oldest to school, then the youngest to daycare and lastly, I drop by husband at the bus stop for his commute into downtown. If he misses the last bus (which leaves at 8), I am driving him to work. Which will take a solid 2-3 hours out of my work day. *no pressure*
For the record, there are days when my husband takes the car, works from home or even rides in with a friend, but the point is that we have a schedule to keep. And if we aren't all working together, it gets all jacked up and then the entire day is ruined!
(Well, that's how my insane-in-the-membrane-self looks at it.)
And then, because it's all emotional, and all personal....I literally take it as a jab if my kid doesn't want to do what he needs to do to get ready. In that moment, when I'm chasing him around, rattling off the items on his morning to-do list, I honestly feel like he just doesn't care about the rest of us.
I mean, let me remind you
(and myself) that HE IS ONLY 10! Why is it that I seem to hold him to the standards of a grown man? Is it because I see him as a grown up version of himself already? Or is it because....oh I know.....I'm INSANE!
I hear myself scolding him for taking 20 minutes to eat a Larabar and cut up an apple (this is a real thing that happened this morning and I about.lost.my.mind.) and I can only describe it as that of an angry chihuahua. We have minimized his responsibilities by teaching him to do more at night before bed. And my husband and I have been known pick up the slack on mornings when he is falling behind because we realize that um, well, mornings suck and we all (generally) wish to avoid them. But today was different.
Today was like he was walking around giving me the finger with his glares and slow-motion movement and it rattled me to my core. Let me paint a picture for you.
Picture it. Atlanta. 2014.
Young boy is in his own little world.... quietly, and at his own pace, preparing himself for a long day at school.
He is singing songs in his head and daydreaming about a world filled with XBOX and Rainbow Looms.
Enter Katie. Insane mother. Expecter of Miracles with a Delusion of Grandeur.
POP! The sound of the deflating child's daydream can be heard 'round the world. He looks at her like a deer in headlights. He hears nothing. He sees only a slow-motion version of his mother with flailing arms and tired eyes.
Unphased, he goes back to daydreaming only now, he does it out of spite.
Back to reality.
We finally got out the door this morning. He shoes weren't tied (they were barely even on), he forgot to take his medicine and didn't brush his teeth. These are his problems and he will have to face the consequences for them. But I can't help but feel like I am to blame.
Because
(say it with me) it's all emotional....and it's all personal.
Thoughts keep circulating through my head:
I didn't do something right. I have taught him how NOT to be a morning person because I suck at it. I'm unorganized so he's unorganized. My insanity is toxic for him and he'll be in therapy before high school.
So now here I am.....over the irritation and frustration and now....riddled with guilt and teary-eyed.
Part of me wants to drive to the school, hug him and tell him I love him. The other part of me knows he will just look at me like I'm crazy (AGAIN!!) because not only did I come at him like a rabid beast this morning, but now I'm trying to hug him. In public.
Ok, ok. I suppose I can see where that part is confusing.
But honestly, at the end of it all, I just want him to be successful. I want our family to run like a well-oiled machine. I want us to be supportive and empathetic to one another. I want to know how I can help him (and the rest of us) be more organized
But more importantly, I want to teach myself how to calm.the.eff.down. and
"stop taking things so personally".
Perhaps a therapy session is in order.