This morning was a wild one. Peeling myself out of bed with all the first trimester energy I could muster to get Jam Master J out of bed and give him his bottle. Him whining the whole time I pour, heat, assemble, shake and walk to the couch. I let him play for a while while I lay on the couch, trying to convince myself that this is a GOOD day and I can DO this! I make him breakfast and come back to find that he has rubbed buttered toast all over his hair.
We're going to have two of these. Breathe in, breathe out.
This kid understands the value of a deep conditioning treatment. You are never too young for hard-core moisturizers.
So we go up for bath time. This is where the story gets a little mommy TMI. He pees on the bathroom floor while the water is running, then does the other one in the water while I'm washing him. Oye.
We're going to have two of these. Breathe in, breathe out.
Once all THAT was cleaned up, we went back downstairs so I could get myself together. You know, maybe unload the dishwasher, check my email, etc.
That's when I hear him in the closet, which I thought was locked, clanking together two ceramic vases and chewing on a button.
We're going to have two of these. Breathe in, breathe out.
None of this stuff is really out of the ordinary for a standard day, but let's remember it's not yet 9:00am. I decided that the only rational thing for me to do was to strap that kid into a five-point harness and invent some errands.
Don't ask me if I had gotten dressed yet or brushed my teeth or hair. We were out.
I remembered I needed to go to the bank. Oh thank heaven I have to go to the bank! Let's go.
And our teller's name was Pebbles. I'm not kidding. When I gave her the check and deposit slip, she said, "I'm Pebbles. I'll have this right out." I hadn't remembered mommy brain making me hear things before so I checked out her name tag, and her name was indeed Pebbles.
I don't think Pebbles or her parents are reading this, but I have to say, this is a very unusual name for a human and I really wonder what the story is there. She looked too young to have parents who were flower children, so that's out.
It actually reminded me of this past week's Mindy Project episode, which was not the funniest, but there was that conversation about rocks, stones and pebbles that prompted Mindy to say, "I don't know, I'm not an expert on sediments and geology!"
By the time I'd been through a drive-through for an icy drink and come back home, taking the long way, the J Man was asleep and miracle of miracles, he transferred to his bed well and has been sleeping for almost an hour.
I think I'll shower.
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There were days when I was pregnant where I cried and thought, "WHAT WERE WE THINKING?? THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA! I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE ONE!" but I know that you can do it!
But also, prepare yourself... because soon you'll have one with a sticker in his hair, cracking an egg on the floor and pulling off the fake-drawer under the sink while the other one poops all over the place for 10 minutes straight... oh, and you'll be running late to church or the pediatrician.
I'll admit, when I found out I was having #2, I cried. #1 wasn't even nine months old and he didn't sleep through the night and I was still tired and crazy.
There were days that I said this very same thing, over and over. And now that there are two of them, I'm amazed at the things they find and the mischief they make together.
But at the same time, two of them is fantastic. They love each other so much. They play with each other (and I can take five quick minutes to get in the shower) and entertain each other. The other day I came in the room to find my two-year-old reading a book to my one-year-old. It was adorable.
Good luck. You're gonna love the crazy. :)
I don't know how I missed this announcement! Or was this the announcement...? Congrats!!! Love this post; you are hilarious.
First of all--Congrats! So excited for you to have this adventure. Secondly, I laughed reading your post because that sounds so much like so many of my days and it is nice to know I'm not the only one. I had the surprise of having four boys in four years so I can COMPLETELY understand your anxiety at adding to the brood. As hard and maddening as it is, it's also incredibly rewarding (at times) and I think when I look back I'll be glad I had them all together as a pack and I think they'll be closer as well. Keep on blogging. It is good cheap therapy and puts you in touch with other people going through the same thing. Miss you! Keep up the good work.
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