I've been a single parent now for about 64 hours. I don't recommend it. Daddy is in Washington DC for a conference, and we are counting the hours (6) until he comes home. I tried an experiment this morning--showering with the door closed and no children in the room. Usually I try to do this when Zach is asleep or confined to his crib or stroller, but silly me tried it while he roamed free. Things were going well. The water was hot. There was no screaming, no child trying to climb in or out of the shower, no child coming into the room to inform me that some crisis had occurred, no child pulling the shower curtain out and spilling water all over the floor. It was like heaven. Then I got out. I think I may have stayed in too long. Zach had dumped spaghetti noodles all over the floor (Guess what we're having for dinner tonight! They'll be sanitary after I boil them, right?!) and then proceeded to stomp all over them breaking them into bits. It turns out spaghetti doesn't sweep up particularly well. Sarah found herself a bag of marshmallows to eat--at 8:00 am! Then she concocted a marshmallow/spaghetti noodle lollipop of sorts which she proceeded to eat. Fortunately, I had already forced her to eat eggs for breakfast, so she was only able to eat a few marshghettis before she was full. I guess I should be thrilled that the little darlings were just getting along. I spent 20 minutes last night at 10:30 looking for my phone which Sarah had helpfully stashed in her play kitchen fridge. Zach has a cough, a runny nose, two nasty teeth coming in, diarrhea, and some serious diaper rash. The poor kid is miserable. He poops like every twenty minutes requiring me to change his diaper while he screams due to the diaper rash. This is especially fun during the middle of the night. During one especially fun episode of diaper-changing trauma this morning, I reached for a binky to find that there were none to be found. Sarah and I then staged an all-out rescue mission to locate a binky. We located one under the crib, and I have since located two more in the car. Mission accomplished. We might make it through this day yet--at least until 4:00 pm when reinforcements arrive.
I've been a single parent now for about 64 hours. I don't recommend it. Daddy is in Washington DC for a conference, and we are counting the hours (6) until he comes home. I tried an experiment this morning--showering with the door closed and no children in the room. Usually I try to do this when Zach is asleep or confined to his crib or stroller, but silly me tried it while he roamed free. Things were going well. The water was hot. There was no screaming, no child trying to climb in or out of the shower, no child coming into the room to inform me that some crisis had occurred, no child pulling the shower curtain out and spilling water all over the floor. It was like heaven. Then I got out. I think I may have stayed in too long. Zach had dumped spaghetti noodles all over the floor (Guess what we're having for dinner tonight! They'll be sanitary after I boil them, right?!) and then proceeded to stomp all over them breaking them into bits. It turns out spaghetti doesn't sweep up particularly well. Sarah found herself a bag of marshmallows to eat--at 8:00 am! Then she concocted a marshmallow/spaghetti noodle lollipop of sorts which she proceeded to eat. Fortunately, I had already forced her to eat eggs for breakfast, so she was only able to eat a few marshghettis before she was full. I guess I should be thrilled that the little darlings were just getting along. I spent 20 minutes last night at 10:30 looking for my phone which Sarah had helpfully stashed in her play kitchen fridge. Zach has a cough, a runny nose, two nasty teeth coming in, diarrhea, and some serious diaper rash. The poor kid is miserable. He poops like every twenty minutes requiring me to change his diaper while he screams due to the diaper rash. This is especially fun during the middle of the night. During one especially fun episode of diaper-changing trauma this morning, I reached for a binky to find that there were none to be found. Sarah and I then staged an all-out rescue mission to locate a binky. We located one under the crib, and I have since located two more in the car. Mission accomplished. We might make it through this day yet--at least until 4:00 pm when reinforcements arrive.
2 comments:
Marshghetti is a time-tested favorite. What a creative kid!
Hope Zach gets better and you stay at least realitively sane.
-Alan
It's a shame that by the time these kids grow up and are able to laugh about these things that you may have already reached senility due to their antics.
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