Ahhhh, the good old days eating dinner out of a pot standing up with one child covered in banana and the other dressed in a princess gown sticking her fingers in peanut butter, every toy in the house out of place, vegetables strewn all over the kitchen and put back in the refrig uncooked for another day.
Changing poopie diaper on the den floor, dancing in the kitchen, snuggling at book time, comforting at boo-boo time. Riding on a bus made out of couch cushions, being cajoled into giving a snack that her parents wouldn’t allow, running after a renegade toddler at nap time, reading books over and over and over again.
One child crawling around the house without pants, the other missing a top. My hands smelling of spit-up and puréed squash, my hair clipped back with a barrette reminiscent of being a twelve -year-old.
Carrying two kids down the stairs, thanking my trainer at each step. Who can resist the plea for “uppie” from a child whose eyes make up half of her face?
Luckily it was a two-nap day…for me!
Evening time, baby peacefully asleep in crib and toddler bathed and in her pjs ready for quiet time and books, Daddy comes home to enjoy the last fifteen minutes of the day.
It’s all coming back to me. Did it really happen this way? Yes, and I loved every messy minute of it!
D’ya know what I mean? I’d love to hear your thoughts.