Imagine this. I'm being all domestic and making my own yogurt. I'm carefully watching as I warm the milk to 180 degrees. Alaina is at pre-school, Lincoln is playing and talking to me, Elissa is sleeping. This is bliss.
Then, in his wanderings, Lincoln remembers he has a little sister to adore and starts kissing and hugging her in her bouncy seat. I call him off her, but the damage is done. She's starting to wake up. My bliss is waning a little.
But I'm the mother of 3 now, I can handle this. So, I pick her up, imagining I can stir, consult my unreliable thermometer and hold a baby at the same time. But, as I pick her up I realize she has poop all up her back and must be changed. So I decide to change her quickly before the milk starts boiling. Bliss is shattered.
Race to the room and commence nappy change while trying unsuccessfully to convince Lincoln I don't need him to pull all of the wipes out of the box. Elissa puts her foot in her own poop. Try to remove outfit without soiling child further. Clean her up. Place in cot. Wash hands. Check the milk 170 degrees. Change my own shirt that has acquired some of the abundant poop. pick up Elissa. Check milk. Try unsuccessfully to convince Lincoln not to return all the spoons he has been playing with to the drawer. Realize I have no hope of sorting them out from the others and concede another victory to a 2 year old. Check the milk.
Breastfeed standing at the stove. Milk is ready. Remove it from the heat to cool. Trip over toy bus. Finish feeding Elissa on the couch while repeatedly blowing up a balloon and watching it fly around the room. Put some clothes on Elissa. Finish the yogurt. Get Elissa to sleep miraculously while being followed by a very loud toy train and it's master. Eat a fun sized butterfinger. Get some lunch. Watch "know or go" on the Ellen Degeneress show. Laugh out loud. Watch Lincoln fall asleep in the floor. Bliss has returned. Anticipate picking Alaina up, knowing that this bliss too, will be short lived.
Decide I don't need bliss.
It's taken me forever to get over here but I've thought of your post a million times since I read it. It cracks me up and makes me all misty at the same time. (OK, I'm stuck on a theme today, but it was JUST RIGHT). Thanks for writing it down for us. I may have to blabber on about this for some time. You hit a nerve.
ReplyDeleteSince you posted I figured you must have blogged for the day and got to read your post. I can't tell you how much I love your blog and the consequence of blogging myself is helping me as I struggle along these days. I'm glad you've decided to worry less about the move and enjoy the last days you have with all of the wonderful people around you. It's a decision you won't regret, but if turned around the other way, you would.
ReplyDeleteOh and you hit a nerve for me about every second day. I love the way you think, and hearing it.
Fun to read. You need to update ABOUT ME since it sure appears to be 3 not 2.
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