Me: I got you a ton of books.
KidWonder: (seeing the large pile) Whoa!
Me: I think that's enough to get you through recovery.
KW: Mom, you love me so much. You'd do anything for me.
I’m sitting here on the plane with my 6-year-old and my 4-month-old. I finally got the baby to calm down and sleep. The boy found Cartoon Network, so I thought I’d take a moment to write. Listening to some of the other kids and parents on the plane has me thinking about all the things we never think we’ll say as parents.
"Don’t put your sisters finger in your nose."
“Put that back in your mouth.”
“Did you really just lift your leg to fart in my direction?”
“Why are you being so mean to me?”
“Please wipe your bum after you poop.”
“Don’t scratch e furniture.”
“Yes, your friends are going to punch you if you wave and yell in their face for 15 minutes straight.”
That last one was an incident at summer camp. Most of these have been said to my 6-year-old son. I’m wondering if over the years I’ll be saying similar phrases to my daughter.
I need to change. As I sit in Hubby’s recliner I see unfolded laundry on the couch, dirty dishes on the kitchen counter, and a no glimmer of wanting to change either. My baby girl is sick and my son is following in my cluttered footsteps. His room is so overrun with toys that there is just enough room to get to his bed. I get overwhelmed just looking around the house. What can I do. I’ve bought the self help organizing books, and the shelving, and the bins, and the file folders. None of it works. It bleeds from one room to the next.
Help me change.
The new one has arrived. Two months ago actually. She a big ball of chunk. We’ll call her Ladybug, though times have change and hubby put her name on Facebook before she could even open her eyes. My how times change with the second one.
It’s been a bit of a roller coaster. We ended up with (another) C-section. Whereas that first seemed unnecessary, this one was life-saving. I’ll get into that later. I know, I know. I’m doing things out of order. All in due time.
I want to talk about the people who told me that going from 1 kid to 2 would be easy. You’re full of shit. What you should have said was, “It was easy for me because I didn’t breastfeed, had 27 nannies, we’re millionaires, and I have no problem letting my baby cry 24/7.” It’s either that of you’ve completely forgotten what it was like to have 2 kids. And mine are 6 years apart. I don’t understand the moms that have their second when their first is still in diapers or still breastfeeding.
I commend women with multiples. Especially those close in age. I hope their husbands are as helpful as mine. (And, no, I’m not trying to earn brownie points) I mean, how have you done it for so long. Ladies, you are my heroes. I see blogging moms all the time, talking about making lunches (When?), crafting (When?), and well blogging (WHEN?!?). When do you find the time to be mom and have a life outside of spit rags and Dunstan deciphering?
I’d love to be a mom that can do both. This is the first time in my daughters short life that I’ve had to sit at the computer and rant. And I can hear her waking behind me because we’re passed the 3-hour mark of feeding.
Well…until after the next feeding.
The Kid: A tomato.
H: I like tomatoes. Why would you be a tomato?
TK: because then I could confuse people. They wouldn’t know if I was a fruit or a vegetable!”
My goal as a mom is to provide a warm, clean, and safe environment for my children. As a wife, it’s to be supportive, encouraging, and communicative. And my goal for me is to write more, clean less, and enjoy the things I have without comparing them to the posse ions of others.