Okay so people tell me ALL THE TIME “oh, you have your hands full”. It’s almost as annoying as people meeting Paige and Cole for the first time and making comments about them wearing glasses. But today I felt the power of those words……
It’s 4:45. I’m making chili for dinner. The timer’s going off. I’m trying to change Drew’s diaper because he has diarrhea and HORRIBLE diaper rash. As I wiping his cute wrinkled butt, he’s screaming in agony and trying to crawl away from me. I have butt cream all over my hands. Cole comes up to me to tell me that Paige has her glasses off and is yanking them around and he needs his sippy cup now. Not in a minute, NOW. Aaghh. Hold Drew to keep him from screaming and tantruming. Turn off timer. Grab Paige’s glasses. Get Cole milk.
It’s 4:48. Earlier in the day we were playing make-believe drinks with my plastic margarita set. There is only one spoon that comes with the pitcher so I let them use our cooking plastic spoons to “mix” their drinks. Big mistake. Cole wants the other spoons that are next to the stove while I’m cooking hot chili and pulls on a dishrag while he’s reaching up on the counter. The dishrag knocks over the spoon in the chili, which knocks over the lid to the chili, almost pulling the entire pot of steamin’ hot chili onto his head. I’m still holding Drew who is still crying and losing his mind while I’m yelling at Cole never to reach by the stove and I’m cleaning spilled chili. Aagh.
It’s 4:50. Cole is still crying. Hopefully this is sinking in that he did something really wrong. I realize I should have never let them play with our cooking spoons because now they think they have free reign to them whenever they want. Drew is still crying in my arms. I’m almost done with the mac and cheese. The timer for that is going off. Paige is now lying on the ground holding one of her shoes shouting at the top of her voice “shoe on. Shoooooe onnnnn! Shoe oooooonnnn. Shoeeeee on. Shoe on. Shoe on. Shoe on.” I think she may have repeated herself about 80 times. I think if only I can get this dumb mac & cheese done then I can get on the floor and play with them and they’ll stop whining/crying/losing their minds. I drain the noodles and try to transfer them back into the pot from the strainer when I spill them all over the counter and down my legs. Ouchh! Very hot steaming noodles. Finally I put Drew down so I can clean up yet another mess and he loses his mind. Everyone is screaming or crying but I managed to finish up dinner.
It’s 5:00. I’m done. I get on the floor with everyone. They all leave me and go play on their own happy as can be like the last fifteen minutes never happened. Dinner was pretty good too.
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I could just feel the craziness! I am so glad they gave you 15 min!!
Isn’t it mind blowing how these episodes stay with us (coloring the remainder of our day or week), and can be totally forgotten by the kids? I swear that the girls sometimes look at me like I’m crazy when I’m running out of patience, as in “Why are you so cranky Mom? We’re cute adorable little girls, we didn’t do anything wrong!”
And they didn’t - they’re just being normal toddlers. ugh.
I TOTALLY feel ya sister. Thank God I have a friend down the street who had twins. We really help one another out even if its just a phone call. It is quite strange how all hell can break lose for 10 minutes (or more) and then all of a sudden its quiet. Kinda like a tornado?
Get the margaritas out!
Tob - you must have your hands full!
You had me laughing. I totally love those momments. The momments that you are about to jump on any plane and fly anywhere for some peace. Then they will soon be like Lane and say, “Mom, whats wrong with you?” all attitude like. All I can do is laugh.
uggggg - that is reason 976 why I can not do that kid thing!
I have a t-shirt that reads “Live the Chaos” [ wish i knew where it came from] I wear it all the time. I think they know when it is the worst time possible. We just started potty training, and it is like ok lets need to poop as soon as the baby starts nursing, everytime.
As for Eric’s comment #4…. wow did you kick him yet?
I hear you! With all of M’s meds, feeds, issues, and a 4 y.o who cannot entertain himself, I run from area to area all day long! Keep up the good work!
You can sleep over at our place, Eric.
Um, where was this post 3 months ago? This would have been great during the whole “Planning to have another kid” decision making period.