Okay, gang, this was what I meant to post a few days ago. A light, little slice a life. No cameo by Macaulay Culkin. Just a mom having a rare moment.
Lately, by the time Vivien is launched out the door, I’ve become as cranky as she was getting ready for school. This morning we had three kids to launch. My older stepson Ben is staying with us for a little a while so Mark needed to drop him off after he walked in Vivien. While Rex is somehow fed amongst the combing of hair, negotiating clothes, up-ended juice… the usual. It was after such a morning I did this vid.
This could be titled, “is this as good as it gets?” Note, my sophisticated humor.
One thing that usually does make me feel better is the long walk I take with Rex after Viv goes to school. I just wish there were some hills around here, ’cause my butt is concave.
Note: the cologne I have in this vid is a small bottle of Jo Malone Lime basil and mandarin. I am mildly obsessed with this sent. But, that’s for a longer blog.
Okay, I’m doing something wrong. I know I am. The last couple of nights it’s a freaking scene trying to get Vivien to sleep. I admit it does not bring out the best in me. I just want a little TV/reading time and then to go to sleep.
Just a few nights ago, she told me to beat it, and she went down peacefully all by herself. But the last two nights are indicative of what about 25% percent of my week is with her. I say, “last cartoon.” Then we go and book out picks, have some milk, brush teeth, a little talk or song, and sleep… except she is writhing around and doesn’t want to sleep, can’t sleep. I stay with her while she sleeps. I have since she was tiny. It bugs Mark, but I’m like, hey you aren’t home at bedtime most of the time anyway, so what do you care?
I can stay till she goes to sleep, that’s okay… when it’s a few minutes, but these nighttime battles are making me bonkers.
My neighbor said yesterday that her kids pass out at 7:30. Wow, that would be a dream. Her kids are a little older and no longer have a naptime at school. Okay, so I told Vivien, “You don’t have to nap at school” hoping she would be so pooped I’d be watching “Modern Family” all relaxed with a facial mask.
Mark looked horrified when I said “no nap.”
“But she will come home in a terrible mood.” Let’s try it, I said.
Sure enough. After school Vivien, my sister Cecily and I all played Zingo till Vivien threw all the pieces down on the ground and rushed from the screaming, “You aren’t going to win, you aren’t going to win.”
Later, dinnertime went fine, last cartoon, fine. Reading books, teeth brushing, check and check. The lights when out. And “Mommy I do not want to go to sleep.”
I said, fine, take your time, but I’m moving on. I didn’t say, “I’m tired of being your hostage.” Though I thought it. But she follows me out and says, “What should we do now mommy?”
Go to bed, that’s what we should do. Go to sleep. I remember some child development class saying stressing them out about bedtime is a bad idea, but now, I’M STRESSED.
Rex is looking perplexed, but now he see’s Vivien, so he is excited and he isn’t going down. Now I need to nurse him and get her down. And it’s 9:12 and I want to shut my door and watch TV by myself or take a bubble bath, or put a hobo sack over my solider and jump on a freight car.
So, today marks the 100th episode of Momversation. (We did a little special thing over on Momversation.com). The Momversation I’m in today concerns that old saw “How do you find time for yourself?” Heather Armstrong of dooce is back after a hiatus to have her daughter Marlo (love that name) and two producers on the “Today” show are guesting.
When Vivien was a baby, I loved nursing here. Felt like that was me time. It gave me permission to not work, clean up, whatever. I had to sit. And then I just thought, or watched TV, or read. I’m missing that with Rex since he doesn’t nurse as long as she did and is more easily distracted. If I’m not nursing, I don’t really find time or give myself permission to watch a show I like or read more than the headlines.
What do you do to carve out sometime for yourself?
Or is that idea a joke?