The wife is at a girls night out this evening. I put older two boys to bed shortly after she left. We had a big day, and they had short naps, so they went down without incident.
The baby girl, on the other hand, made it very clear that she was not yet ready to go down for the night. I wasn’t surprised since she had slept in the car on the way home from the children’s museum in Naples in addition to her regular nap.
I let her stay up while I worked on getting the house picked up and the kitchen cleaned. When I wasn’t looking she had gone into my room, pulled my pillow off the bed, and dragged it to the living room where I was gathering toys.
She then spent the next 15 minutes dragging the pillow to each room I worked on, and laying on it until I moved to the next room. When I finished cleaning, I laid her down in her bed, and she went right to sleep with no protest.
Update: She waited until I pressed publish on this post to resume her protestations.
The Opposite of a Honeymoon
This is from Saga #2.
All I asked was, “How’s the day going?” The wife’s response:
So funny story…
You know when you were getting ready to leave, you helped Matthew get dressed? I almost told you not to, because I always get him dressed at the last minute, in case something happens to him to get dirty. Well today, something happened…
He and baby daniel were playing super cutely. Daniel was just in his diaper and Matthew in his uniform and mama was halfway thru her hair. All was going superbly well. Then Daniel had a massive blow out. His 2nd poop of the morning.
Matthew comes into the bathroom as I’m doing my hair. “Mama, the baby pooped on me”. OMG.
Poop everywhere. On his arms, on his shirt, on his legs, on his shorts, on his socks. Everywhere. Poo-capalypse!
Poo on the carpet. poo on the cars rug. Poo EVERYWHERE. It was epic.
So I had to fish Matthew’s dirty uniform from yesterday out of the hamper. It took 20 minutes to restore order.Then i somehow managed to finish my hair, get both boys dressed, and make it to school on time looking presentable. It was out of control.
Gabi, you’re an amazing mom, an amazing woman. I don’t know how you do it.