Bear with me. I’m tired.I know you all can relate.
I love caring for my nephew, and cherish the time we get to spend together. I know it helps my sister out, I get precious time with that darling baby boy, and I appreciate that my daughter has a chance to bond with her cousin every week. That said, watching two children at once, even just for one day a week, makes me even more confident in our decision to have only one child. I’m not sure I’m cut out for more than one kid, full-time.
A giant cup of coffee in the middle of a long, tough day can feel like a deep breath, am I right? Like my reset button, my second wind. It’s…almost…as satisfying as a glass of wine after the bedtime routine.
When my daughter is being particularly difficult in the morning, strapping her into the car seat for her nap is my favorite time of day. I know she’s under control (finally, and very literally by her car seat straps) and that the necessary-for-us-both sleep is inevitable.
I am just about the worst at getting children to sleep if I can’t nurse them until they drop off. I experienced this with my daughter, and I’m going through it all over again on the days I take care of my nephew. I’d like to flatter myself that those little cuties enjoy my company too much to sleep in my presence, but the reality is that this is a parenting trick I just don’t hold up my sleeve.
I feel guilty when I make my daughter play alone. And when she chooses to do it voluntarily I feel like I should be playing with her instead of taking a moment to drink my coffee or throw a load of laundry in. It’s an annoying catch 22. I know no one is expecting me, being home with her all day, to spend every last minute catering to her ever last whim, and yet I feel like it’s my job in a sense to be all about her. But it’s not realistic, and I know that. But then the guilt, necessary or not, sets in and I tend to guzzle my coffee or put off the load of laundry to play with princesses or play dough.
On one particularly tough week a couple weeks ago, I may or may not have forced my daughter to sit with me and watch several America’s Next Top Model reruns on Hulu. I simply needed to check out at that moment and ANTM did the trick. Thankfully my daughter didn’t seem to mind. This time, anyway.
What tired-mom confessions can you add?