The good news is that after a long, rainy day inside the house, I didn’t walk out when my husband came home nor did I call my old boss and ask for my job back. It was, however, one of those days that I would like to avoid in the future.
I decided after having two long, hectic days sandwiched in between a day of no plans that it would behoove us to relax and have some time at home. That was a mistake.
Although my kids are relatively close in age (exactly two years and two weeks a part), they are at such different stages in life. Drew is finally developing an attention span. He is able to play with something for longer than 2.5 seconds and he craves activities that are more appropriate for those that are able to use their legs.
Gabby is entering that one year window of complete chaos. She is not happy being held, she is not happy being down because she is unable to walk as she would like. She has no comprehension of what she should not be doing; hence her desire to lick the toilet bowl. Her attention span reaches about three seconds if we are lucky.
The balancing act between activities that satisfied both parties was like walking a tight rope. Combating the variety of temper tantrums was like an intense game of dodge ball. So at the end of the day, when my wonderful husband came home, I was tempted to make a run for it. Evidence of how far I have come, I just started making dinner and went to my mental happy place where children weren’t screaming, food wasn’t being thrown and baths didn’t require rain ponchos. I can thank Heineken for that 🙂