Holy Cow Moment #?: Yes. I said it. My toddler is a terror! Sometimes.
As she rips off her own plants and diaper and streaks down the hall I'm left open mouthed and frustrated. It's nearly eleven at night and I am tired. But what can you do after chasing said toddler for the last few hours EVERYWHERE. Nothing. So i sit and wait for her to come back. I later will check for wet spots in the carpet.
And finally terror comes back. Baby number two is kicking the pee out of me and now I have to wrestle the bare-butt toddler into a new diaper and more pants. At some point she will go to sleep - I am sure of it. At some point!
<Sigh> These are the moments that you laugh at the next day, but wish would end the night before.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Holy Cow Moment:
I’ve hit beached whale status- in my mind anyway. 3 weeks to go!
Having kids and then being pregnant changes your perspective on the to do list. The new list Is “what I would do if the darn kids would leave me the blank alone.” Your mentality to this list is get done one thing and call the day a success.
All I want to do is sit. Will the toddler let me sit? No. Of course not. Will the toddler not be a total and complete evil human? No of course not. I want to scream that there are words for adults like her and one rhymes with witch. Of course the whole effectiveness of name calling losses its appeal when the person doesn’t understand the insult. Right now the terror of trying to raise two kids is overwhelming. I have no idea how I will get two kids down to bed alone. Will she still fight me tooth and nail when her little brother makes his way into the world? Probably. Maybe I should just give up on the idea of ever having time to myself ever again and realize that bed time could now take three hours to complete instead of the current one and a half. UGH.
Holy Cow what did I do?