While Juan travels the globe for the next two weeks, I’m taking care of Thing 1 and Thing 2. Pray for me. This will be the longest I’ve ever been on my own with the boys. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever done this before. How hard could it be, right? I’ve got resources at the ready:
- Toy Story 2 DVD…check
- Pack N Play with unscalable walls…check
- Chocolate chip cookies…check
- Michael Jackson’s Beat It video bookmarked for quick access and repeated play…check
- Neighbor’s daughter as Daddy’s Helper…check
As of this morning, days 1 and 2 of single parenthood are just a memory. The first half of Day 1 was a little rough, but I chalk that up to all of us needing to recover from our week-long vacation. Those six days spent on an island – lovingly mooching off family and friends – were simultaneously relaxing and exhausting. By the time yesterday morning arrived, I think the exhaustion had gotten the best of T, Lucas and me and the day got off to a shaky start. We had little patience for each other. Lucas cried every time I put him down and T managed to channel the spirit of every possible drama-queen. If I even looked like I was going to say no to one of his many demands, he would stomp his feet and fall to the floor in a heap, wailing as if I had beheaded his favorite teddy bear.
By midday, I knew we had to get out of the house, so I packed the boys up and we went to the mall. Normally, I hate malls almost as much as a I hate crunchy peanut butter, coconut flakes and morning talk-radio, but this mall has a play area that we frequent often. It comes in handy when we are too tired – or too lazy – to figure out what to do with T. There’s nothing all that special about the place. If you’ve ever been to one of these play areas, you know the flavor – rubbery play structures, bench seating, kids screaming and running amok, parents grateful for a few moments of relative peace. The one odd thing about this play area is that it is in a room, instead of an open area of the mall. That used to bother me, but I got over it. As long as Thing 1 can burn off some energy and be nap-ready, that’s all that matters now. Three hours later, I pulled up to the house with the boys sleeping in the back and ready to be transferred upstairs for nap time.
The rest of the day was a breeze. The baby sitter arrived around 5pm (boys still napping) and relieved me from duty. I spent the next five hours taking advantage of the State’s tax-free week. I bought clothes for me, which was an amazing feat in and of itself. I am rarely the beneficiary of my shopping excursions. I’ve been wearing the same Fall shirts/sweaters for a good 5 years now.
Yesterday we hit up a birthday party at a fire station, followed by an afterparty at the kid’s house. The firemen took the kids and parents for rides in a fire truck. They also did a show-and-tell about the uniform and equipment. The talk was a bit over the heads of 3 year-olds, but I understood the goal of helping kids to not be afraid of uniformed firemen.
So it’s Day 3. Lucas is in his Pack N Play, pissed that I’ve put him down so that I could actually do something without him attached to my hip, so I think it’s time to head out into the world. We have a jam-packed agenda for the day.