This was actually taken a couple of months ago before the terrible 2 birthday beginnings. Oh yes, they have begun. I thought they had begun 5 months ago, but now I realize that was really light rain drops leading up to the big storm. My energy has now been depleted from 50% to 10% and I may be generous here. I can not imagine how others do it with another child. BIG kudos to you all patient and brave mamas out there. You know who I am talking about.
I do not drink often but I am sitting here with a BIG glass of wine to help calm my body down from the rigorous day we had. And...as I sit here this very picture I posted was played out AGAIN. Ayden sticks his head into Lyla's face while Lyla growls, shows her very pretty teeth, and attempts to make it seem as if she is going to bite Ayden's head off. Ayden finding this all so funny!
Back to my day...waking up to lovely sounds of Ayden screaming, "M-A-M-A-D-A-D-A", and Lyla squealing to be fed; get us dressed to drive Rob to work, as Ayden says..."Dada is a psycho"; get home to let the cleaning ladies in to the house, thank goodness for them! Back out to the Y for a quick run; then off to Target (OYE!); back home to give lunch to Ayden, and down for a nap (nap lasted only 20 minutes after I stupidly spoke too loud); then attempt blowing up a new baby pool bought at target, which does not work; off to the big pool, where we sneak in; a little treat for me at Ritas for water ice (YUM); home to meet other neighbors playing outside; I make dinner for Ayden, and try to eat on our little balcony (poor attempt); then back inside, and Ayden poops on the floor; bathe Ayden, Ayden pees in the floor; finally get Ayden to bed with one of our favorite books, Art. And now it is my time. My only time to think, breathe, and reconnect with myself. Shower, write, eat, watch 'So you think you can dance', and sleep. AHHHHHHH.
I look at this picture and see Ayden's big blue eyes staring up at me while uttering, "mama, mommy, m-o-o-o-m." My heart melts and at the end of the day, even though my son has turned into Denice the Menace, I can truly say it is all worth it. A picture is worth a thousand words.
2 comments:
Oh God, Suzanne. And I don't think today was a lot better. AAArgh! I know the feeling. I also know I also know the Ayden/Lyla scenario of which you speak. Drink, my friend, drink. Do you remember that day that I had a glass of wine at 3 in the afternoon at Meri's? Yes, I know the feeling.
First of all, I love your blog. What you write describes that push and pull I think a lot of moms feel between being so in love with your child and feeling like you don't have the time, energy and, sometimes, patience to appreciate them. Gosh, I don't know how many days I've had like you describe. I wish I had the guts to write my "stuff" down and put it out there.
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