Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
I'll just go put on my bad momma jeans now....
Today I was going to be "fun mommy". I'm the first to admit that I'm not usually super fun. I'd like to be, but honestly sometimes playing the same toddler games over and over makes me feel like I'm going out of my mind. But today was going to be different. I was caught up on all my chores, ok, my critical chores (I haven't done the uncritical chores since before KK was born), so I thought I'd spend today focusing on the weenuts.
I actually started last night. I had to soak beans for tonight's dinner anyway, so I stayed up after everyone was in bed to do as much dinner prep as possible. You know, get twice as much done in half the time. That way I'd have more attention for the kids, right?
For some reason I kept waking up all night panicked that JJ wasn't breathing (he was). KK was up earlier than usual and even though I'd had a rough night, and not nearly enough sleep, I decided I was going to be "fun mommy" so I hopped out of bed to go play with her. She must have been surprised because most mornings, I just hand her my iPod touch which often gets me 15-30 mins more dozing time.
She wanted to play with bubbles, so we each donned our housecoats and headed out to the balcony to blow bubbles. At 2.5 years, she can do an activity much longer than I can, so I planned ahead and brought out my coffee and scissors to trim my "garden". (Stop laughing Peanut-lover!) I also brought out my camera because I'm a little obsessed with taking pictures of my kids and the lighting was perfect. That's where the bad momma jeans come in. I didn't realize until much later in the day that instead of playing with her, I was playing with my camera. Got some cute pictures, but I'm not sure that was the point.
All day, I kept thinking I was going to play with the kids right after I finished _____. But I kept finding more things to do. By mid-afternoon, after a too-short nap, both kids were fussy and demanding of my attention. And still I hadn't started being "fun mommy".
I started dinner late after finding out that Peanut-lover was going to be home late. I'd forgotten that "I'll be home early" is code for "don't wait up". JJ had been a little fussy all afternoon, but seemed content when I popped him in his jumperoo so I could focus on the chicken broiling in the oven. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn't let him jump right after nursing him, but I dismissed it because it had never been an issue before. Oh yeah, I forgot that he normally doesn't drink three boobs at a time (yes, three)...I came out to check on him, only to find him happily jumping in his own barf. Lots of it. Bad momma jeans back on.
As I set our dinner on the table, I noticed that KK had set her own table with her tea party dishes. Feeling guilty for being so absorbed in my own stuff today, I sat down on the floor with my babies and enjoyed a pretend meal of "chicken and flies", which KK had lovingly prepared for us on her home-made cardboard stove. She was so proud. She is so forgiving.
Ok, so nothing really bad. But this was the day I was going to be "fun mommy"...I guess all I can do is try again tomorrow and leave my barf covered bad momma jeans in the wash!
What do you do when you're being "fun mommy or daddy"? Does anyone else out there find the same game over and over a little mind-numbing? How do you get around that?
I actually started last night. I had to soak beans for tonight's dinner anyway, so I stayed up after everyone was in bed to do as much dinner prep as possible. You know, get twice as much done in half the time. That way I'd have more attention for the kids, right?
For some reason I kept waking up all night panicked that JJ wasn't breathing (he was). KK was up earlier than usual and even though I'd had a rough night, and not nearly enough sleep, I decided I was going to be "fun mommy" so I hopped out of bed to go play with her. She must have been surprised because most mornings, I just hand her my iPod touch which often gets me 15-30 mins more dozing time.
She wanted to play with bubbles, so we each donned our housecoats and headed out to the balcony to blow bubbles. At 2.5 years, she can do an activity much longer than I can, so I planned ahead and brought out my coffee and scissors to trim my "garden". (Stop laughing Peanut-lover!) I also brought out my camera because I'm a little obsessed with taking pictures of my kids and the lighting was perfect. That's where the bad momma jeans come in. I didn't realize until much later in the day that instead of playing with her, I was playing with my camera. Got some cute pictures, but I'm not sure that was the point.
All day, I kept thinking I was going to play with the kids right after I finished _____. But I kept finding more things to do. By mid-afternoon, after a too-short nap, both kids were fussy and demanding of my attention. And still I hadn't started being "fun mommy".I started dinner late after finding out that Peanut-lover was going to be home late. I'd forgotten that "I'll be home early" is code for "don't wait up". JJ had been a little fussy all afternoon, but seemed content when I popped him in his jumperoo so I could focus on the chicken broiling in the oven. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn't let him jump right after nursing him, but I dismissed it because it had never been an issue before. Oh yeah, I forgot that he normally doesn't drink three boobs at a time (yes, three)...I came out to check on him, only to find him happily jumping in his own barf. Lots of it. Bad momma jeans back on.
As I set our dinner on the table, I noticed that KK had set her own table with her tea party dishes. Feeling guilty for being so absorbed in my own stuff today, I sat down on the floor with my babies and enjoyed a pretend meal of "chicken and flies", which KK had lovingly prepared for us on her home-made cardboard stove. She was so proud. She is so forgiving.Ok, so nothing really bad. But this was the day I was going to be "fun mommy"...I guess all I can do is try again tomorrow and leave my barf covered bad momma jeans in the wash!
What do you do when you're being "fun mommy or daddy"? Does anyone else out there find the same game over and over a little mind-numbing? How do you get around that?
And.....go!
So I've been reading a lot of blogs lately and I'm loving them! The relaxed style of writing, the humor, the moments when I realize that what I'm going through is NORMAL! But what I especially love is that there is a huge network of women out there supporting each other. WHO KNEW!? (Oh yeah, you ALL did and I just stumbled into this)
Not sure how or when, but I really want to start adding posts regularly. For now I'm going to work on learning the lingo and how to manage all the settings so I don't embarass myself. For now, it's back to life....where KK is running around in circles singing "doowabops! doowabops" and JJ is just waiting for someone to notice him.
Not sure how or when, but I really want to start adding posts regularly. For now I'm going to work on learning the lingo and how to manage all the settings so I don't embarass myself. For now, it's back to life....where KK is running around in circles singing "doowabops! doowabops" and JJ is just waiting for someone to notice him.
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