Bed Time Dairies
Mama- age : old enough for Botox
Today was hectic. I feel like I’m losing as a mother. Constantly redirecting, be more genial, don’t stand on the couch, inside voice, don’t walk around with food, give the toy back. I’m like a walking megaphone of discipline. I wish I could just get through to be safe so we could all be having fun together.
We had a playgroup meet up at a bowling alley the other day. Somewhat organized chaos, minus the organized part. My son had all the kids stomping around roaring like lions and dinosaurs. It’s a game he’s been playing, a lot of lately. So I knew he was the one who influenced the sudden growls as all the three year olds ran amok. Between jumping and clapping the children were finding fun under the gaming machines, “hiding in caves” as they said. Along with my ten month old’s desire to climb the metal edge lined stairs. I felt like a real animal keeper. Lucky for us moms, we were able to distract the kids with some nutritious lunches being served at the snack bar concession stand. Hot dogs, French fries and mozzarella sticks for all. We were all delighted to hear the food would be up in 25 – 30 minutes. I can’t imagine speedier service for such gourmet foods. Like tunes to our ears, we moms gleamed as one yelled out “no set down that bowling ball, you can’t run out on that alley”. Which is better then the line “no you can’t put your mouth on those pencils” (or worse).
I had to run into work for a bit, so of course I have the fantastic guilt of leaving my children, yet again. I don’t usually work on a Wednesday but sometimes I have to bend my schedule for my clients needs. With more hours away, it’s a wonder my baby even knows who I am. At least that’s how it feels to me. Splitting my time between showing love to both of my precious children. So venerable and captive.
We ran to the park when I got home and everyone was up from naps. Completely forgetting bottles of water, which was perfect for the 90 degree summer day. Of course requesting a drink after all the silly play. There weren’t any other kids for him to play with today. Then I had to make my son use the disgusting warm public water fountain, naturally becoming drenched in more water then he probably drank.
Dinner wasn’t bad. At least my husband and daughter seemed to enjoy. I’m not sure that a couple bits of corn on the cob is the finest source of nourishment. I read once that corn has very little value, but my son’s piece was slathered in butter so at least he got in some fats. Thank God because he barely managed to get down even two bites of chicken. Glad I cooked when I got home, time well spent.
With yet another storm hammering away in the evening, I thought it might be fun to try one of my son’s new board games. Counting chickens, ages three and up, it says. Perfect, I’m going to put him to bed tonight pondering flashing numbers as he drifts into his slumber. He will be a mathematician in no time. Unfortunately the tiny chickens did not all end up in the coup, matter of fact most were on the floor under the table or being delicately ripped out of my baby girl’s fingers. The spinner was mostly used for spinning with or with out an appropriate time. And old mother hen jumped all over the place, most commonly in the wrong direction. I think I was the only one counting and it was most often to three for warning before time out. Thanks for the shot of let down Peaceable Kingdom. I officially think we’re the only house in America that can’t even play a simple board game correctly. #movetheageframeup
Fail, yes I’m failing. So much for natural motherly instincts.
Salvatore – age 3
Today was awesome. My mom took me and my sitter to the coolest place on Earth. There was bright lights, music and long giant shiny alley’s. I got to throw a ball as hard as I could down to, wait for it, knock over pins!! Best of all, I got to see like ten of my friends. They were all there too. We helped each other by cheering and shouting as loud as we could. We played zoo and hid in caves with blinking lights and sounds. All before we got to eat hot dogs, except for my one friend who got a cheeseburger, I love them too. Maybe next time I’ll get a cheeseburger.
After my Nani came over and we got to read story’s before taking a nap. I really wasn’t tired but I decided to just rest my eyes for a few minutes.
When I woke up my mom was back and we went to the park. We had so much fun and I found my new favorite sword stick. I had the whole place to myself, which was great cause I’m not allowed to swing sticks if there are other kids around. Then I got to drink from the coolest fountain ever. Best of all it sprayed my shirt, which was also awesome.
Mama was making my favorite, corn on the cob. It was pretty hot at first, so I just told stories for a while. I let my parents eat instead. Besides, I had a lot of work to do in my playroom.
Then to top the day off, my mom and dad got out this awesome new board game. We had chickens to move and I got to flick the spinner, a lot. My dad and mom were super impressed with how good a job I did with the spinner, so I spun it as much as I could. I hope we can play another board game tomorrow, maybe when I wake up. I’m really good at playing board games.
Best day ever!!!
Clearly he thought our day was much better then I. Giving credit to a day that wasn’t so bad after all. Also when we did go downstairs and “play” counting chickens, he was remarkably better at “counting the chickens”. Who knew.
Perspective is everything. Stay positive friends.