Yesterday was Meltdown Monday. Today is Terrible Tuesday. I’m not sure what is going on with my children, however, I am sure that they have conjured up a plan to make stay at home parenting a very difficult task.
I know I’m not the only one. One of the stay at home parents I know was dragging his feet to pick up his daughter from preschool today, because he feared what evil plans she had in store for the rest of the day. Some days are just like this.
In the past week, Ella has managed to bypass the baby gate obstacle and just climb over the counter to get into the kitchen. Harrison has decided he is going to boycott naps and make sure everyone in the house complies with his plan. His intense screaming and repeated jumping from the headboard of his toddler bed are enough to land me in the loony bin. But then both kids joined forces to figure out how to take pictures of themselves on my laptop (I truly am baffled by this because I do not yet know how to do it myself, but there is a green light now on by the camera lens on my screen that I never noticed before. Are we filming?) There was also an incident with paint on the kitchen floor but I cleaned it up and I shouldn’t go further with that one because Justin reads this sometimes and he doesn’t need to know any more than that.
There’s also been some severe diaper rash action, along with two new teeth, and a paper cut that required seven band-aids. You guys, I’m exhausted and it’s only Tuesday.
AND THEN, just to realllllly mess me up, those two stinkers went and did the unthinkable. They were sweet. They were loving. They showed appreciation. Miss Ella, for the first time in several months, chose to take her nap in my arms. Of course I ate it up because we’re just at that point in life where I kind of miss rocking my babies to sleep (BUT NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE ANOTHER, so don’t even go there). And Harrison, snuggling in my lap, murmured, “Mama, you’re the best mama ever.” And of course, with that, all of his antics were forgotten. I forgot (for a minute) that he’s refused to sleep for a week. That he skipped lunch on Sunday to throw a temper tantrum about putting his sock on. That he ran out in the middle of the parking lot twice in one day. And, as Ella nestled herself in my arms, I forgot her obstinance towards all rules and regulations. So, yeah. This parenting thing is just a series of peaks and valleys, folks. Some minutes we’re up, some minutes we’re down. We go to bed exhausted, but with full hearts.