Today was weird because the one kid in the dayhome who didn’t cry was Luna.
That’s because Murphy’s Law is a real thing. Either that, or knowing that there is an end in sight has somehow filled me with radiant powers of calm and marvelousness that take away her anxieties and make her a pleasant & engaging child.
Both Louis and Pixie had screaming meltdowns in my front entryway at pickup time, for the second day in a row. It’s lovely. And by lovely I mean stop reasoning with your tantruming toddler, just dress their recalcitrant ass and GO HOME.
I used to close at 6PM. When Baby G was born I moved my closing time up to 5:30, and it’s a damn good thing, because between Louis screaming and kicking his mother, Pixie refusing to put on her boots but not ‘allowing’ her mother to put them on, either, and Arthur & New Baby Girl’s mom pulling up a chair so she can chat, the last one isn’t out the door until 5:45, usually.
Today was the usual grind of wiping noses – I’ve commented on a couple of blogs this week that if snot were diamonds I would be a millionaire – and poop explosions and Louis’ continued refusal to remember my two cardinal rules: stop whining and share the toys. However, New Baby Girl started walking really well today – she’s been doing the one or two steps thing since last week, but all of a sudden today it was the full-on toddler drunken lurch that I find so hilarious. My aching back thanks her for making the effort.
(I know, she still needs a name. None of the suggested ones fit. Honestly, now that I know her personality, I’d go with Hurricane Hattie except it’s too long. She’s VERY destructive. Beloved books – even board books – have been trashed. She asks the other kids for hugs and then knocks them down. She upends buckets of toys just for the sheer joy of hearing the crash. Put her outside though and she sits in one place, overwhelmed. Her mom doesn’t care to take young kids outside and just let them explore.)
Oh! The bulk of my Christmas shopping is done, because I did it online. My credit card is melted around the edges and now I’m waiting in a dither for things to arrive, but all in all, I THINK THE MALL IS DEAD TO ME. So easy. And such neat stuff you can find if you look.
Also! I had a wee breakdown on the weekend about how messy the house is, all the time. Not the dayhome, it’s actually pretty tidy & clean, but the part of the house that we actually live in. I was keeping on top of things – just barely – but then came New Baby Girl and hey! she doesn’t like to have her afternoon nap until 2PM! Which is a whole hour later than the start of regulation naptime! And only 40 minutes before the big kids get home from school! Meaning that every day I had – if I was lucky – 40 minutes to eat some lunch, make dinner for that evening, try to clean something, and maybe have a pee without two or three kids banging on the door and yelling at me to come out. I was managing dinner but nothing else.
So Michael offered, once again, to pay for someone to come in a couple of times a month to do the time-consuming gross jobs; deep-cleaning the bathrooms, washing the floors, that kind of thing. I found myself having to explain why the idea of paying someone to clean my house gives me hives. (That’s a post for another day). Anyway, the long and the short of it is that Michael and I between us made several meals on Saturday & Sunday for use during the week, and during my precious free minutes I could focus on getting ahead of the mess. It’s now Thursday, which is when the house is normally starting to look very problematic indeed, and things are… tidy. Not perfect, there are still some spots that need a declutter, but the floors are washed, the bathroom is clean, the laundry is pretty much caught up, and you don’t have to shove junk out of the way to sit in the living room.
People want to know what makes a sexy man? A man who will spend the weekend cooking so that you can continue to have anxiety-based hangups about hiring housekeeping help. A man who has promised to do the same thing every weekend.