What happened last week? I feel like it disappeared into some vortex, which also is a (weak) explanation I have for being MIA. Joe was working day and night, not including his out of state workshop in the middle of the week, so I have been flying Han Solo most of the time. Several times I wanted to sit down and write something, but I had nothing left to give. I guess trying to take care of all the various needs (diapers! food! crying! poopy underwear! bedtime! I don’t want to eat that! rinse, repeat) without a break or my partner in crime got to me.
I didn’t have much to talk about anyway. There was the incident where Grace outsmarted me. I tried to get her to eat dinner (food that she likes!) and after 30-40 minutes, retreated to the living room to hang out with a very fussy Sophie. While we entertained ourselves with making little videos, Grace asked to go to the bathroom. I told her to hustle and hoped against hope that it wasn’t too late, especially since she didn’t move very quickly. Eventually she came back, and I stupidly didn’t question what she was doing. (Lesson: if you are suspicious of your child’s behavior, it is probably for a good reason.) Later, as I got the kids ready for bed, I discovered what she had done. The good news: her underwear were clean. The bad news: apparently three years old is not too young to get rid of your dinner by spitting pieces of it into the toilet. And here I naively thought that since we don’t have a dog our kids wouldn’t be able to discreetly dispose of their food.
I think it was a couple of nights later, as I was ready to sink into the couch while gratefully letting a finally home Joe tackle the bedtime routine that Grace looked up at me with big puppy-dog eyes and said, “Mom, you just don’t have any time for me.”