I love being mom to these two characters, but there are definitely things that drive me bat-caca crazy sometimes. This is probably true for any parent, but I find myself wondering if others foam at the mouth about the same things I do. Things like…
…how much time it takes to get out the door. Seriously: The other day I tried to leave for the grocery store at 11:00 a.m., and we actually departed at 1:13 p.m. The baby dolls had to be changed, then they had to get packed up in the backpacks — along with their baby gear, of course, some of which was upstairs, and S and H are afraid to go up there alone, so off we all went to find it. Then someone had to pee; then someone else had to pee; then neither of them could figure out which footwear they wanted to put on, and both decided they didn’t like their raincoats anymore. Not to mention the other distractions in between… Versions of this happen around here all the time. How does anyone ever get out the door even close to on time with little kids in tow?
…the inability for my children to wait — even two seconds — for anything whatsoever. These girls are smart; surely they can see that I only have two hands, and right now they are holding a sharp knife or taking something out of the oven. What is it that prevents them from using those gorgeous brown eyes to see that I can’t be wiping one bum while also in another room helping the other put on her tutu skirt? (Yes, I know a lot about child development, but really.)
…the incessant need for my attention. I’m very happy to focus on these two much of the day, but is it necessary to have my undivided attention every. single. second? Mummy, look at me! Mummy, look! Mummy, do you see? Mummy, come here, come. Mum! I thirsty. Mummy, watch this! Mummy, look at H’s belly! Mummy, stop, look! Play donkey! This kind of stuff is why it can take me two hours just to boil some hot dogs.
…the uncanny ability to sense when I’m on the phone — and the uncontrollable urge to sabotage it. I don’t know what the deal is about the phone. S and H can be watching their favorite program or immersed in play, but if I get on the phone, they’re suddenly at my side going berserk. My attempts to shush them only make it worse. Texting and email have become my best friends; I’d otherwise never be able to connect with anyone anymore.
Okay, that’s enough: I need to sink into a comfy chair and have a drink! This blood-orange margarita on Smitten Kitchen has been calling my name ever since I laid eyes on it. Given that spring is approaching, it’s best to get blood-orange goodness in wherever we can, don’t you think?
Here’s my high and low of the week:
High: I can’t believe I’m going to admit this, but here goes: My high is finally getting the girls’ stool samples done and dropped off at the lab. (They were supposed to be done soon after we came home from Ethiopia.) Do you know how hard it’s been to do this? There were timing issues; there were things put in the collecting container that rendered the samples useless; there were other issues I won’t get into. But finally, it’s done. Oh, the things that now make me feel like a champ!
Low: My real low of the week crosses the line of protecting my daughters’ privacy, so what I’ll share instead is that I have already — in just two short weeks — pretty much broken or dropped the ball on all my Lenten resolutions. I just can’t seem to be mindful of the particulars: I’ll be gulping down the last of a chocolate shake I made the girls and will suddenly remember I gave up chocolate. Sigh. Maybe next week will be better.
Bonus question: If you had to move to a different country next month, where would you choose and why? Tough one, since there are so many places I’d love to see. Maybe I’d choose France and travel around from there. I could work on my rusty French and eat lots of pain au chocolat (after Lent’s over, of course). Or perhaps B would talk me into Germany — he lived there as a child and loved it, and he still has relatives there. Then again, I might just have to pick my home and native land: Canada. I miss it and could see myself happily nesting there again.
Okay, how about you? Grab one of those lovely red drinks and tell me about your high and low of the week, and also where you’d move. Then have yourself a slow weekend, and I’ll see you back here on Monday!
Images: Zoe Saint-Paul