A good friend of mine once told me that when her kids were little, she referred to that period of her life as “the lost years.” I, right at this moment, am living through the prime of this special time.
Our lives are crazy. The hubs and I both work full-time he works some extra jobs as well. We are blessed to have my in-laws watch the kids so we do not have the burden of paying daycare. It seems perfect, right?
This afternoon defines our lives- summer of 2014. Hubs has to be at football (one of his jobs- coach) at 5:15. I walk in the door at 5 PM. I skipped the gym today which is not good for me physically, and especially not good for me mentally. He walks out of the door yelling, “water is boiling and sloppy joes are done.” Door closes. Both of my deal children are yelling HI MOM! They are so happy to see me. Scarlett (now 15 months) breaks into hysterics as I walk into the kitchen, unable to pick her up, to make sure that nothing is on fire. DJ asks me if his pasta is finished. Water boiling, I add the angel hair. Give Scarlett a kiss, and leave her in her play-yard…aka jail. Guilt kicks in because I have yet to see her today and I continue making dinner.
She lasts 5 minutes in her high chair before trying to climb out, which she has almost mastered. DJ supposedly isn’t hungry anymore, however he still has room for his treat. Pasta is all over the floor, all over in Scarlett’s onesie and diaper. DJ gets his way and I give him a cotton candy flavored water ice, which he politely said that he would share with his baby sister. This gives me a few more minutes to clean, get their pajamas from upstairs, turn on the air conditioners, put the sloppy joes away, shove my mouth full of food, and take a sip of my Coke Zero. Oh, and breathe.
The time is 5:52 and they are both in the living room watching the newest episode of Sofia for the 15th time– not kidding. DJ is asking to watch the iPad, and baby girl is sitting still. The only time she sits still is for Sofia. God I love you Disney Jr. I am typing like a mad woman- I guess this is my therapy for the day. Hubs will be home around 8 I suppose. Do I do dishes, clean up the dining room, have a glass of wine? Maybe I should play with my kids or go outside. It is too damn hot.
If you ask anyone they will tell you that I am completely OBSESSED with my kids, but is it wrong that I want 8:00 to be here so hubs can help? Shouldn’t I be happy that I have free time with my kids? They grow up so fast, says EVERY SINGLE PERSON I know. I do need to live in the moment and savor every second…the lost years are far from over.
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