1) “Mommy? Have poo-poo on my finger! Have
poo-poo on FINGER!!!!”
Not sure what the other 9 are, but that has to be number 1.
(He was right, by the way.)
1) “Mommy? Have poo-poo on my finger! Have
poo-poo on FINGER!!!!”
Not sure what the other 9 are, but that has to be number 1.
(He was right, by the way.)
It is rare that I fully take advantage of the fact that I am allowed to stay home all day and never go to work.
I tend to feel guilty if I nap (although I still feel guilty about not giving my mailman anything for Christmas- GAH!- so clearly I have a little guilt problem.), and if Joseph doesn’t have an outing, even just to the backyard, I start to worry if he is getting enough exercise/experiences/fresh air/…..
So, I often find myself pushing through the day: keep the house clean, keep laundry going, get those errands done, zoo!, park!, library!, Barnes and Noble!!!
Today I got up before the boys (well, that was the plan, although Joseph surprised me with a 6:15 wake up…) and got myself ready for the day. The plan? Keep the house clean and beat the rain by going to the library!
Joseph was dressed and fed by the time Isaac woke up.
And then, things started spiraling out of control.
Isaac was hungry.
Then Joseph was hungry for a “little snack. Chocolate snack? Big HUGE chocolate?”
Then Isaac pooped all over himself.
And then Joseph pooped (not all over himself, thankfully.)
and then Isaac projectile vomited.
and then Joseph started crying because he wanted to watch a movie.
and then…
you get the picture.
I found myself breaking out into “nursing-mom sweat” (think menopausal hot flashes, but with occasionally-leaking boobs thrown in for fun) and my stomach tying itself into knots.
And I thought-why?
Who cares if we don’t make it to the library today?
So, I unbuckled an already-screaming Isaac from his torture device (aka the carseat),
I changed into sweatpants,
I popped some popcorn,
and we stayed in.
Watched Magic School Bus, played a game, read books, and admired my new favorite flower, the peony, that I cut from my front yard.
The work may be hard, and the pay sucks, but being a stay at home mom definitely has it’s perks.
And today I’m enjoying them.
ZZZZZZZ…..
Well, blog readers, it feels like it has been years.
And if you want someone to blame- blame this little fella
who has decided
that he won’t go to bed
before 11pm,
and that, after an hour,
all naps must be spent in my arms with his face pressed against me.
What’s that you say?
You can’t be mad at him?
You only want to pick him up and squeeze his juicy goodness and chew on his cheeks?
You see my dilemma.
He asked me to marry him.
I was so surprised and SO happy.
(and SO looking like a 12 year old…)
Now I’m celebrating going to the bathroom with no kids. Look how far we’ve come! (I’m still SO happy, though.)
Happy (kind of) anniversary, honey! Waffles for dinner tonight! Woohoo!
See? I’m back again already. Amazing how great I feel when Joseph sleeps until 7:00…
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I had to share with you all an amazing milestone that occured today.
No, it is not that Isaac laughed for the first time at me, or that Joseph decided to go pee on the potty before bath (although both those things happened last night and were very exciting…)
This thing has been a lot longer time coming.
Today…are you ready for it?…I was able to go to the bathroom by myself. With the door closed. While Joseph was AWAKE! For the first time in two years!!! Huzzah!
And the best part? He didn’t scream or cry or throw himself at the door… I just calmly told him that mommy needed some privacy, and shut (and locked) the door!
Heaven!
I didn’t remember how peaceful a bathroom could be!! And it was worth any of the consequences from leaving a toddler unsupervised for 2 minutes.
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PS How do you get (nonwashable) crayon off of a tv screen?
(love how Joseph’s face is saying “Get out of here, Mom, I’m trying to watch a movie…”)
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Don’t worry loyal readers, I am still alive.
The children are tag teaming me (one’s up late, the other’s up early. Ditto for nap time) so I am getting little sleep, and even less free time.
Basically just enough time for me to switch the laundry, and then quickly shove my face full of whatever sweet-tasting thing I can find in the house (“You made it, Caitlin! You survived! Reward, reward, reward!”…cue frantic chewing noises…).
I’ve got a lot to tell you all and..well..there’s Joseph crying for me on the monitor. And it sounds like Isaac is stirring too. Good thing I ate a bowl of sugar smacks while typing this, because it sounds like Mama’s back on duty.
Thanks for hanging in there- I’ll do what I can!