Three More Days

Three more days until my wife comes back home. You guys, these are the things we are going through:

–We ate tacos with our fingers as I had forgotten forks, was too exhausted to get up, and RR broke the one shell we had between us.

–She wants to watch Yeap Fwog. NO the one with the FWOG and the GWEEN PUPPY and NOT THAT ONE. They all say Leap Frog. I have no idea what I’m doing wrong.

–The dog licked her and she has milk on her sock. That’s why she is jumping from the ottoman to the couch.

–WHY DID I MOVE THE OTTOMAN???

–It’s okay, Mama, Mama will be home and put it back.

–What day is it? It’s Tuesday. What day is it? It’s Wednesday. What day is it? It’s Thursday. I’ll bet I can guess what she’ll ask tomorrow.

–We have listened to Elton John’s Crocodile Rock at least 50 times. Funny how in three years I’ve never gotten sick of her children’s music but in 3.5 seconds I wish old Elton had got crushed under the tire. Accidentally.

–I hit my head three times on the roof of the car today. I nearly passed out the second time. Oh that’s right, RR had hold of my boob when I jerked backward. A) why is she tugging on it in the first place? and B) and boys think they have the corner market on pain…

–She misses Grannie and Pop Pop and talks about them coming home constantly. When I told her they were moving to their house she looked me right in the face and wailed, NO THEY AREN’T! THEY ARE COMING HOME TO ME and then she threw her milk at my head.

–We spend a lot of time scolding my parents’ dog, Donx. Where “a lot of time” means constantly and “scolding” means practically yelling.

I came into her room to get her pants and found her not in the living room where I thought she was but standing on her rocking chair in the middle of the room balancing on one leg. Naked. I’m on the BEANS BALANCE, mama! I am so strong!

And despite the extremely helpful volunteering from our friends (hi starrhillgirl!), I’m too tired to even conceive of how they could be helpful. It’s just us, doing what we do (naked, apparently), with five cats and 2 dogs – 3 if you count my parents’ as double the work. Having anyone over would be a disaster (see: Donx) and I don’t have the energy to leave the house or to cook for anyone but myself. Also, we’re apparently cave people who can’t use silverware.

The lovely person at Love Invents Us was ruminating over being more gentle with oneself and that is definitely something I’m not able to do alone. Sure, with my wife, I’m a superhero at eating ice cream for dinner and letting the socks lay on the floor where RR threw them. But alone I can’t rest until the chores are done, the kitchen is sparkling (even after the horrible Donx splattered mud on the ceiling…AGAIN), the animals are taken care of, the laundry is put away, and our bags are packed for the upcoming day. I also can’t order pizza like I assume would be normal because I suddenly realize that I’m in control of everything and so, I, too, will be sparkling clean and healthy, just like the kitchen.

What’s wrong with me? I need my wife to come home so RR and I can get back to our slovenly ways.

PS – Excellent recipes:

Avocado Cilantro Chicken Salad
Pistachio Pesto Chicken Pasta

 

 

11 Responses

  1. The BEST single parent advice was given to me back when I was losing my mind home alone with a toddler all week – you need to learn that you cannot do it all. Let some of it go. Dishes really can sit in the sink over night, it’s okay to eat with your fingers, and laundry can get caught up when D gets home. Unless said toddler comes down with a massive stomach bug that requires you to wash every last sheet, towel, blanket, pillow, comforter & sleeping bag in the house TWICE because they puke every 20 minutes for 24 hours straight. And you’re snowed in.

    • I cannot believe that happened to you because if it were me, I wouldn’t have actually lived to tell about it. In fact, all I’ve got to deal with is a nose like a faucet (first hers and now mine) and that’s enough. I’m blaming the animals. Surely I’d be more awesome if there were fewer animals.

  2. You can do this! And your wife will be home soon. :)

  3. Parallel lives my friend: my stronger half has been gone on a work trip and the child and I have eaten a very large quantity of gummy bears, watched on repeat a Disney movie that I can’t stand to mention on the internets, and I let her sleep in my bed. I’ve been trying to be gentle on my emotional self. I was a paragon of kind parenting until the middle of last night when a child woke me up screaming and kicked me in the face while yelling “don’t look at my face,” when I tried to comfort her.

    I hope the next three days go very fast in a that-was-so-pleasant-that-the-time-went-fast way and not that-was-so exhausting-that-I-can’t-see-straight way.

    • Stronger half. Yes, that. In fact everything you said, YES. Also, what is it with the “don’t look at my face” style of yelling?! My equivalent this evening was, “Don’t say that I went to school! Don’t SAY DAT!”

  4. I’m on my own tonight, too… Contemplating eating my salad for dinner with my fingers in your honor. 3 more days!

    • I went through a phase where I ate salads with my fingers because I thought I would enjoy lettuce more if I could find something lovely about the texture. I really, really don’t like lettuce.

  5. A) The dog has to go.
    B) I love naked time!

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