Today for my drawing class, we were to list the mundane details of our day. Not directly related to drawing, but spilling out boring lists is SO much easier for me than drawing, so I actually did this homework:
Wake up to crying child crying "Mom, I'm wet." Proud of him for wanting to take care of it right away, not happy that my opportunity to sleep in on a non-school day is gone.
Take two year old back to bed, where he rubs my back softly but kicks at the same time, no more sleep will happen.
Wake up to four year old asking "Mom, can I play." So much easier. The yes sends an excited two year old out of my bed. Perhaps they will entertain themselves for long enough...
Wake up to two year old crying "Mom, I'm poopy!" Try to convince husband that he has to get up anyway, but without conviction as I know he was up late doing homework and the boy INSISTS that I'm the one to change him. Glad he was still in a diaper and not in underpants for the day yet.
Help excited child put on Star Wars unders.
Get quick shower interrupted with "Mom, brother hit me!" Ignored as shower time is ME time.
Get dressed and change the boy's poopy Star Wars underpants. Regret allowing the boy to eat so many oranges last night.
Realize I'm hungry and toast muffins for myself and boys (with peanut butter and jam at their request).
Inform the boys about their respective play dates today.
Send the following email:
"J, you still have one hour before it's time to go to N's house."
"Does that mean 10 minutes?"
"No, that's 60 minutes."
"16?"
"No, 60. That's 6 tens. You still have plenty of time to get dressed for the day, finish your game, AND clean up your game."
*fast forward five minutes*
J stands at Mommy's side, wearing his zipped up jacket.
"So can I go to N's now?"
"No, son, you still have about 50 minutes."
"But Moooooom, I finished my game."
Attempt to catch up on email but instead help boys get dressed, cleaned, and ready.
Have talk with four year old about treating friends nice before I watch him run full speed to N's house.
Begin washing dishes as I wait for the 2 year old neighbor to come over for his first play date with mine.
Check email to see if there's any reason they're late.
Wash more dishes, then let the guests in.
Attempt to make the 2 year olds comfortable with each other while I give visiting mom a break from holding her large 4 month old.
Hear visiting mother talk about her sibling 10 years older than her - and feel old for a moment when I discover this visitor is more than 10 years younger than I am.
Watch her child recognize letters and spell words with my fridge magnets and wonder if I should be worried that my son can't even get his colors right yet, let alone know any letters. At least he's started singing his ABC's.
Drink delicious blueberry pomegranate juice while peeling oranges for the kids. Think about how I will likely regret giving my son more oranges later.
Send away visitors.
Clean up potty accident, and help boy wash his hands after sitting on the toilet.
Help son clean up the Thomas train toys and allow him to watch Wonder Pets.
Hear excited squeel of "Daddy!!!" as Daddy pops in for lunch before heading off to work.
Clean up potty accident, and help boy wash his hands after sitting on the toilet. Again.
Read email from N's mom about how the boys are not getting along well and both insisting being best or first or in charge, etc.
Wash more dishes and wish I had a dishwasher, especially the day after hosting all the kids from the babysitting co-op.
Enjoy hearing great giggles and Daddy and son get a few moments of play time.
Think about how I really need to get good dish-washing gloves or my hands are going to go on strike and refuse to wash any more dishes.
Welcome big brother home and have a discussion with him about how to treat our friends. Help him get some paper to draw "I'm sorry" notes.
Happily help son sound out how to spell "I'm sorry," and help him remember what a Y looks like.
Begin typing out list of what I've done today, and think about how I haven't been silly enough. Time to put the list aside and have silly time with boys. (Will catch up on drawing class homework later...when have I thought that before?)
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4 comments:
The poopy days will come to an end soon enough.
What you are doing is important and wonderful - albiet drudgery.
Love you!
(the captcha word verification was daybut - perhaps it should be but day.)
Hilarious about the captcha! Yes, I'm very excited for the poop days to come to an end. He's making up for yesterday... his first PERFECT day. Same pair of pants the entire day. Let's hope tomorrow is another good one. :)
My husband used to be able to guage my mood based on number of pairs of pants on the washing line. Good luck!
Oh that's funny, Jamie!
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