Back To The Kids

Here are the highlights of my week, and as you can see by "highlights" I mean eventful happenings, some are not so high.

Monday: I wake up at 5:15. Declan is in my bed. Rich is gone. Wyatt wants to nurse. While nursing Wyatt in bed, Declan, mad that he's not included, starts pushing on my breast. "Hont, hont, beep beep beep, hont!" I am still half asleep. Later, after coffee and breakfast, I hurry into my room to get dressed. Wyatt starts screaming. Declan runs in: "Mommy, I bammed Wyatt and now he's crying" (pronounced cwyin) I find Wyatt with purple bruises already forming above his eyebrow and a huge black eye. WTF happened in the 10 seconds I was in my room? I will never know. Poor Wywy.

Tuesday: I don't really remember Tuesday. I'm sure things happened.

Wednesday: Wywy is 8 months old today! Wyatt is fussy all day and wants me to hold him. This is a difficult task because then Declan also wants me to hold him so, in short, both of my boys are attached to me all day long. This makes preparing meals and pretty much everything else extremely difficult. Every time I put down one of the boys, he cries.

Thursday: Wyatt's bruises are fading. Rich takes the early flight home (Win!) and then his plane gets a flat tire and he's three hours delayed (fail).

Friday: Declan comes into my bed at 4:00 a.m.. I spend the rest of the night contorted and wake up with a half stiff neck. At breakfast, I need coffee. This will take some maneuvering. I put in the waffles and start cutting up fruit. Then I start to clean out the coffee filter. Wyatt cries. Declan wants milk. Wyatt gets cheerios, Dec gets milk. I go back to making coffee. This pattern repeats 32 times. An hour later, the boys have eaten and I finally get to my bagel and coffee. Then Dec calls from upstairs. I look up and see him standing naked. He tells me he has poop and pee on himself. GREAT. Rich is gone all day doing community service in KC. I hate community service for the day. I understand this displays extreme selfishness. I'm too selfish to care.

Summer

So, two weeks ago my sister told me I was a loser. I was showing her my iPad apps and happened upon Tap Reef. I told her how it was a virtual reef and how I could breed fish and sell fish, and...buy more fish. And how I had to check it every few hours to make sure my fish were happy. Jess' smile turned to a dull stare. And, in only a way a big sister can, she told me that I was wasting my time and energy and that if I had time to do that BS, surely I had time to blog or learn how to quilt or do something creative and/or soul fulfilling. Now, I should be honest and say that had that been from most other people, including my husband, I would have brushed it off and felt a little stung, but the truth is, I knew she was right. I've often felt lazy and aimless and like I should be doing something more enriching with my "me" time. But somehow with all this time alone, I've resorted to filling it surfing the Internet and playing on my iPad, producing nothing, enriching nothing, and just...biding my time. Until what?

Well, our family has a lot of big changes on the horizon and while right now it's driving me crazy, pretty soon the waiting will be done. We are moving to Dallas. I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it's Dallas, and I know it's coming. Mostly, I know when that happens I will get to see my husband every day and we can have a "real" existence without these bursts of family time and then long marathon weeks waiting for Rich to come home. There are many steps to go before we can finally be together, but at least we're on the ladder, right?

AND, I deleted Tap Reef. That, my friends, is the power of a big sister kick in the pants.