Then reality sank back in.
I gotta give it to the SAHM's out there who stay at home with multiple during the day. I thought one was tough? Ha! K is in preschool three days a week -- yes through the summer too -- so the other two days prove to be my weekly tests. If I survive, there's a large cocktail awaiting at the end of the day that may or may not be consumed while wearing the same yoga pants I was wearing at 7:15 when they demanded I get out of bed. If I don't make it, well... there's five large cocktails that will still be consumed in said yoga pants.
My kids are high maintenance, I know this. From the second my daughter wakes up, she wants to go shopping. Every. Single. Day. If it takes me a milli-second to get ready to depart in the house, full blown meltdown. This morning she wanted a popsicle for breakfast. Her options were yogurt, fruit or cereal. She chose chips and dip which she kindly helped herself to and were laying in a nice spread on the kitchen table as I exited my short lived shower. Seeming I had actual "work" to do this morning (as if I don't every other day) I nothing short of BEGGED her to watch Dora. Yeah - that was a joke. She's almost three and has ZERO interest in anything on the screen. I'm sure I will be thankful for this one day, but unlike the other 9,999,999 mothers out there who secretly use it to babysit their kids, I don't get that privilege. Come on -- admit it. I'm not saying I'd plop her there for hours -- but a quick 24 minute episode would do WONDERS for my household chores!
Anyhow, as our morning chaos continues, I'm trying to get #2 to nap in his crib, which my daughter has no intention of allowing to let happen smoothly. As I'm laying him down, the cookie monster kitchen decides "he wants to cook with you" and she starts dancing around like a chicken with her head cut off screaming for a treat. REALLY? Like the French Onion Dip for breakfast didn't do the trick?!?!?!
It took me approximately 48 minutes to get #2 to nap. As I'm scrambling to document this wonderful morning I'm watching my daughter draw in chalk all over baby Katherine's head -- her toy baby. Why you ask? Because she's fucking quiet and not saying no.
Bless this moment.