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Middlehood CM 1121
Middlehood CM 1121
Middlehood CM 1121
MIDDLEHOOD
BY JUDI KETTELER less, unproductive griping and grousing.
I’m not immune from complaining and
certainly do my share of venting, but I don’t
think anyone would call me a habitual com-
plainer. And yet I wound up marrying one.
For the longest time, my husband’s grum-
bling felt mostly like angsty humor and
charming hyperbole. Oh you and your silly
curmudgeon ways, I would think. But then
the thing happened that always changes ev-
erything in a relationship: We had kids. In
their chubby babyhoods, these sprite-like
creatures were full of wonder at things like
butterflies and staircases. But now they’re
middle-school age, which means the sprite
is gone and, from their point of view, every-
thing basically sucks.
So now my husband and my kids each
have a version of, The world is shit and woe
is me to be stuck in it. The whines, the in-
justices, and the dissatisfaction all create
a soundtrack of complaining that my three
loved ones harmonize around. I ignore it
until I can’t, at which point I start com-
piling their list of complaints in my head
like a prosecutor building her case, until I
inevitably explode and freak them out by
screaming something like, Everyone shut
up right now! It’s a family rule—my rule, in
fact—that we’re never supposed to say Shut
up! to each other.
The three of them complain. I complain
Sick of the
about their complaining. Surely, this is all
dysfunctional.
Complaints
ample. It started with my husband com-
plaining that there even was a summer—as
in, a time when children weren’t in school.
“Holidays, in-service days, spring break,
and they get out in May,” he said. “They
barely even have school!” I’ve heard this
PARDON ME WHILE I COMPLAIN ABOUT MY FAMILY’S refrain since our oldest child started kin-
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didn’t register. The kids hated it from the moment we water and was in the middle of nowhere, I
Then there was the drive to Michigan, pulled into the driveway. Their complaints lost it. I mean, I lost it. Yelling curse words.
full of construction, traffic, and idiot driv- didn’t stop for the whole hour it took us to Pulling out all the mom guilt and charg-
ers, whom we heard about the whole way. unpack and settle in. Why was the couch ing at them. “Do you know how hard we
But again, this was all just white noise for so uncomfortable? Why wasn’t there work to be able to afford a vacation like
me. A jerk here who can’t merge, an asshole a pool? Why did the water taste so bad? this?” (It was actually pretty cheap, since
there who didn’t signal, la la la. Why did we drive six hours to come to this the house was in the middle of nowhere
and didn’t have a pool. But still.) “I’m so
tired of your ungratefulness! It’s rude and
YOU CAN’T REALLY SHAME A 13-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN OUT disrespectful, and. . . and. . .” I looked over
at my husband, wanting to say, “and it’s
OF BEING A 13-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN, ESPECIALLY WHEN your fault because you won’t ever shut up
either!” But I refrained. “And it needs to
YOU’VE BUILT THEM UP TO BE EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE. stop,” I said instead.
Everyone was quiet. Holy shit, Mom
lost it, they were thinking. Holy shit, I lost
I had found a house on Airbnb between dumb, stupid, weird house in the middle it, I was thinking. We had an hour or so of
South Haven and Saugatuck. It was slightly of absolutely nowhere? And who came to peace, until my son pointed out how bad the
in the country but close to everything, and Michigan, anyway? Why couldn’t we go WiFi was. Sigh.
it looked quirky and artsy. It had one of to Florida like everyone else? Did we even
those cocoon-like chair swings suspended bring any decent food? THIS ALL LEAVES ME WONDERING IF THE
from the ceiling that my daughter had once And there, reader, in the quirky dining Complaining Family can find any other
desperately wanted for her bedroom and a room, in the house that wasn’t in Florida identity. Why can’t we be the Volunteering
sleeping porch I thought my son would love. and didn’t have a pool but instead had well Family? The Thoughtful Family? I’ll even