r has been gone from our home for 242 days (and no, i'm not counting anymore, i used this calculator). i've had less than five (ok, fine, TWO) dinners alone with my children since then. our evening meals for the last 8 months have been spent with our family and friends. we've invited ourselves countless time. we've come unnanounced and imposed. thank you. and we're sorry.
the time between 'renzo's afternoon nap and bedtime stories is the hardest part of the day for me. i've never really liked the lonely two hour stretch between five and seven. the bulk of the day is behind us and bedtime seems so far away. i don't really like the way the sunlight is. i don't like how my mind or body feels. i don't like the moods the kids are generally in. ugh.
fixing dinner for a 3.5 year old and a 1 year old is unrewarding. by the time i've gotten up and down for the 55 things parker needs to accompany her meal, 'renzo has tossed most of his stuff overboard and rubbed the rest into his scalp (cute but messy). my dinner is cold by the time they're both done and everyone knows how much i loathe a lukewarm meal. it's depressing.
most mealtime conversation centers around: lorenzo. no. no. NO, lorenzo. or: parker, please use your spoon to eat your soup or: oh shit parker, use your napkin and try to wipe it up. somehow i can tolerate this during breakfast and lunch. but not so much dinner. this is the only time i feel like this towards them. as far as bedtime cuddling goes...they've got r beat. same goes for dancing and being silly and gardening and a million other activites that occupy our days.
anyway, i can't impose on other people forever but i'm procrastinating figuring this one out.
the time between 'renzo's afternoon nap and bedtime stories is the hardest part of the day for me. i've never really liked the lonely two hour stretch between five and seven. the bulk of the day is behind us and bedtime seems so far away. i don't really like the way the sunlight is. i don't like how my mind or body feels. i don't like the moods the kids are generally in. ugh.
fixing dinner for a 3.5 year old and a 1 year old is unrewarding. by the time i've gotten up and down for the 55 things parker needs to accompany her meal, 'renzo has tossed most of his stuff overboard and rubbed the rest into his scalp (cute but messy). my dinner is cold by the time they're both done and everyone knows how much i loathe a lukewarm meal. it's depressing.
most mealtime conversation centers around: lorenzo. no. no. NO, lorenzo. or: parker, please use your spoon to eat your soup or: oh shit parker, use your napkin and try to wipe it up. somehow i can tolerate this during breakfast and lunch. but not so much dinner. this is the only time i feel like this towards them. as far as bedtime cuddling goes...they've got r beat. same goes for dancing and being silly and gardening and a million other activites that occupy our days.
anyway, i can't impose on other people forever but i'm procrastinating figuring this one out.