Okay. I lied. Sometimes it’s Living One Second at a Time.
You see…we walked to the doctor’s office today. It’s across the street, about 1/2 a mile away. It was our little chub-a-love, Josephine’s, 1-month appointment.
Trumpet sounds for making a month. Woot-woot.
And on the way back, we said, “Why don’t we stop at the park for 30 minutes. Maxwell (our 1-year-old) would love that.”
And we said, “And, he’s already pooped two times today, so, despite the fact that we FORGOT his diaper bag, we should be okay.”
We arrived at the park.
Grunt, groan, grunt. Red face. And voile!
He was NOT okay.
We were NOT okay.
The smell was NOT okay.
But we stayed at the park for 30 minutes anyway.
Then we make it home.
Perfect. Josephine will sleep. Max will eat and sleep. Adelyne (our 8-year-old) still has a few hours left of school.
Change one diaper. Leave one infant sleeping in her car seat, and make one hot dog for the freshly changed 1-year-old.
Goodbye to the husband who is off to work.
Good sleeps to the son who is off to nap.
Good job to the 1-month-old still snoring in her car seat.
Good seats to the Momma who is now typing this blog. 2 free hours just for M.E. Me!
And then it happens…
The doorbell rings.
It’s the scorpion-spraying bug guy.
And then the baby starts fussing.
The toddler starts howling.
The 8-year-old arrives home.
THREE poopy diapers, a double-sided nursing, and an afternoon snack later—I am all down with that.
Now I have 1 sleeping infant.
One 8-year-old playing on her Nook.
One 1-year-old holding his ba-ba (blankie), Elmo (stuffed doll), and watching Elmo’s world on his elephant seat.
How long with this last?
Well, let’s just say that I’ll take One Minute at a Time 😉
How about you?
Happy week to all. Like I heard on the radio the other day—Only the first 5 days after the weekend are the hard ones!
Ciao for now.