How many times do I have to tell Paul (my four year old) to do something before I blow my fuse? Sometimes, it only takes once. For instance, I've told him time and time again not to pick on his sisters to make them cry, but does he stop? No, for some reason it's a big joke to take his little sister, Melodys', doll from her to hear that annoying shriek she's just so good at. I do have to admit, though, that the times I find the hardest to keep from blowing up is when I'm multi-tasking. I'm trying to wash the dishes, plan supper in my mind, everyone is crying for a drink at the same time, my mind just goes into overload and it blows a fuse.
I never thought about this much until tonight. I was thawing some chicken in the microwave for grilling supper, had the air conditioner running, the kids were washing their hands in the bathroom, and I was vacuuming the living room when all this just stops running. At first when I realized what happened, I ran to the basement to "flip the switch" only to realize how old our breaker box was, and that there is no switch to flip. So, I called my handy-dandy father-in-law to find out what to do (as the house is his; we're buying from him), and he comes over right away. When he arrives I find out that not only did I blow a fuse, I blew a "big" fuse as he put it. Since we couldn't find the spare fuses, he had to run to a local store and buy one. He told me that with all that going at the same time (water, a/c, microwave, and vaccum), it overloaded and blew a "big" fuse. "Boy, when you blow a fuse, you really blow a fuse", was his exact words.
Anyway, it got me to thinking tonight about blowing my fuse as often as I do. So I think that from now on when I feel like blowing it, I know it's time to turn a few things off and focus on my babies.
