You guys, I had a tough weekend. My two-year old had a miserable cold and was, well, miserable. My 4 ½ year old was forced to stay home due to his sick brother and he has the energy of, well a 4 ½ year old.
My Sunday Funday started bright and early at 5:03am with the little one sneezing his brain out and it just went downhill from there. After a disastrous trip to the grocery store where I received every type of side-glance, from “oh you poor thing” to “control your screaming kids lady” I was ready to give up. And it was 9:10 in the morning. Well, I’ll tell you, I didn’t give up and both kids are still alive (yay me!).
As I write this, it’s Monday and I am safely at my computer, drinking a glorious cup of hot coffee, musing over the last couple days. So, my friends, I’ll share with you, my weekend:
The Sucky Parts
The Fighting – Oh my god, the fighting. These boys spent the entire day fighting over a plastic Dollar Store motorcycle. And there was nothing I could do to make it stop. I suggested they take turns. Nope. I suggested they play with it together. Yeah right. I threatened to throw it in the garbage. They know me better. So the fighting went on ALL DAY LONG. (*note to self: hide motorcycle before the kids remember it exists)
The Whining – The little one was so unhappy and uncomfortable and I felt horrible but holy crap you guys, he whined non-stop. Non-stop. Nothing made him happy. Nothing. (Except maybe when he threw his stuffed dog in the toilet. He seemed to enjoy that quite a bit).
The Boogers – Boogers everywhere. That is all.
The Mom Guilt – I spent most of the day wiping aforementioned boogers off of my little guy and making sure he was feeling ok, and in turn, did not spend too much time with my big boy. I can’t count how many times I said “No, honey, I can’t play now. Can you just play by yourself?” So yep, there was the guilt. The constant.freaking.guilt.
The Weather – It was a beautiful day! I turned off my heat and opened all my windows. It was FABULOUS.
Nap Time – When the little guy took his nap, I dedicated all that time to my big boy and we had some really cool adventures.
We caught a spider named Tiny. And then, as luck would have it, we also caught his uncle, named Uncle.
We threw a ball at a bug to see if he was alive. (He was. For a little while.)
We had a silly selfie session.
We arranged cars in every possible combination imaginable.
The Snuggles – My little one is pretty snuggly in general, but when he’s not feeling well, he’s even more so. And I ate it up. When he nuzzles his little head in my shoulder, I’m in heaven. I spent most of the day like that, rubbing his back and giving him kisses. And that part was wonderful.
And after he went to bed, my big boy and I got in some quality snuggle time too.