It has been such a busy couple of weeks, it feels really good to have one full day where I spent most of it making sure my children were fed and didn't do something to hurt themselves or set the house on fire. Truly, I still had a busy day. We woke up early (6:15) and I fed Ike and the girls breakfast...finally sat down with coffee and my own food around 7:30. I read for a good chunk of time (which really was delightful) then we got ready to head to the gym. I didn't do as much as I wanted to, but I got to run a (slow) 5k, then did a little bit of muscle rolling and stair walking before the daycare called me down to check on my kids. I assumed my younger one had pooped, but no...my older one had a bloody nose. No big deal (seriously, it's at least a weekly occurrence in our house), but they suggested I take them home. Fine, whatever.
We go out to the car and my 22 month old (I'd say my '1 year old' but she's almost 2...I'd say my '2 year old', but she's not quite 2...deal with it) put up SUCH a fight when I was putting her in the car that even I ended up crying after the whole ordeal was over with (I basically had to restrain her and push her into her belts like a mental patient refusing to go to the psych ward, only I felt like the mental patient when I finally got to drive out of the parking lot).
So then lunch happened...they had pizza. Then nap time, where I usually end up with over 2 hours of blissful quiet in the house where I get real free time all to myself and the only condition is that I don't make too much noise...I'm telling you, every mother on the planet would agree that this is like a gift for us...like a biological present given to every parent of a young child (and not all are lucky enough to have children who nap...so I will never forget how grateful I am that mine do...and to have two that nap at the SAME TIME...just incredible, Im telling you). Sadly, today, my younger one decided to continue her naughty streak and wake up less than an hour into the normally 2ish hour nap. Damn it.
She tormented me for another hour before her sister woke up and we went to the park, spent almost 2 hours there, then drove to the fancy grocery store up the street (okay, it was over 20 minutes away...I love this soup from there and the fact that it'd eat up over an hour of our evening with kids strapped into the van and listening to music didn't exactly deter my decision to go to the far away store). We got home, I fed them these overpriced twice-baked potatoes that they both refused to eat, then sent the little one to bed when I got back from putting clothes away and found her COVERED in potatoes. It's now well past their bedtime and the little one has been asleep since 6:50 (in trouble for being so messy) and the older one is sitting next to me watching those damn Disney shorts on Netlix on her (my) iPad...again.
And she watched that heartbreaking one. Again. And this time I bawled my eyes out the entire time...I could cry right now if I stopped for even a second to think about it. And I think my kid took pleasure in my pain. She kept looking at me and smiling while I was crying. Now my contacts are all dried out...again. And I'm about to wage battle with my kid to get her to give me the iPad and go to bed. Wish me luck. I've had some wine, so there's a good chance she'll win.
Edited to add...
I truly adore my children, just FYI. I spend at least two thirds of the day kissing them and telling them so...or playing with them and absorbing all of the time I get with them at this adorable and innocent age....just didn't want to let any readers walk away thinking I must be some kind of heartless and horrible mother. Well, you can walk away thinking that, but I really only come here to vent (lately especially).