Welcome to Mommy Mondays, the day I give myself permission to blather on about my kids: 2-year-old Pigtail and 1-month-old Pirate. Sleep-deprived typos are part of the territory.
Between toddler potty-training and a baby boys tendency to spray, I feel like my body and my life is covered with a thin layer of bodily fluids.
Toss in burpy spit up, a leaking chest, and that same toddler's penchant for nighttime vomiting, and we're just one runny nose away from having all the liquid bases covered.
The grossest part is that none of it bothers me. Much.
My mom has always said that taking care of children is a joy as long as you don't have anything else on your agenda. She's right, of course. I get more frustrated or flustered by spilled juice, temper tantrums, and the days general derailment when I have something else I'm trying to accomplish at the same time, like cooking dinner, or cleaning out the closet, or perusing Pinterest. When I succomb to the only priority that hour being the care of the people in my home, we're all happier.
You can't do that all the time, though. You can't even do that most of the time. Multi-tasking your different roles while maintaining individuality is what the twenty-first century is all about, isn't it? But for now, I'm taking advantage of the sleeplessness and the space others give you when there's a newborn. Our days are long and slow and most To Do's are met with a shrug.
This Nothingness is the only way to stay sane during this Everythingness.
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PS - Our lazy attempts at potty-training have been unsuccessful. If you have any thoughts on the subject, I'd appreciate the advice in the comments. Hopefully in a few weeks I'll be able to report back...something.
