The boys have finally stopped stirring, and the house is peaceful.
This evening had some bumps and I am tired.
Not big bumps, probably nothing that I will even remember in a few weeks, but some.
Like Joseph waking me up at 5pm (he had come out of his room at 3 after nap without waking me and started playing his computer game) to tell me that a stranger was at the door.
And that he had opened it.
And that she was waiting for me.
It turned out to be some solicitor from Germany selling some school-type books? I think? I also think that I may have told her to come back on Saturday?
The whole thing is a bit fuzzy. It was just so disorienting and I was distracted by the fact that ohmygosh my son opened the door to a STRANGER while he was alone and wearing only UNDERWEAR and I was SLEEPING!
We had a nice long talk (Joseph and I, not the stranger and I. Well, maybe both, it’s fuzzy, remember?) about not opening the door for strangers, during which I tried to strike a balance between getting him to understand and not terrifying him/giving him more things to obsessively worry about at bedtime.
After I recovered, we went to Tuesday market, and had a great time with my inlaws.
Isaac left in just undies and covered in chocolate, which I would consider a win.
Also, they had a dog parade tonight which, in case you don’t have little boys and don’t know, is a bit like heaven.
BUT, when we arrived home, I found that Isaac had peed in his carseat.
And while I was trying to take off the cover and get it washed (it can’t go in the dryer and we need it in the morning), I came in to find Isaac finishing off the last of the butter.
You know, from our butter dish.
5 Tablespoons of butter, actually.
I know this, because I just refilled it today and made a mental note to keep track of how long it takes us to go through 5 Tb. of butter.
(note: about 5 hours, apparently)
Although these bumps may have worn me down a bit, there are so many good things to remember as well. And I know that they will fade, along with the bad.
Joseph swimming (YES! SWIMMING!) by himself to the instructor today at lessons. And how my heart was in my throat the whole time, and I honest-to-goodness clasped my hands under my chin, willing him to stay afloat.
His beaming smile when he got the news that he has passed on to level 4.
The way that his eyelashes are so long that they get all tangled and brush against the inside of his goggles.
The way that Isaac said, “Sowwy! I eat butter!” when I caught him with the dish.
And the way that he looked running up to me after bath, naked,his own pair of goggles on, both fists clutching popcorn, with a big smile on his face.
Also, Joseph’s voice calling from the bathtub, “Mama? Can I breathe underwater?” My “no” and his “just checking!”
These days with little people are just….wild!
Wild and oh so sweet.
And maybe I cry some days, usually from exhaustion and frustrations, and the overwhelmingness of “how can I possibly do this motherhood thing?!”,
but it is close to a laugh,
and almost feels like it came out wrong.