I just finished my second long weekend in a row with the kids, which usually leaves me physically and emotionally depleted. I realize a weekend, even a long one, isn't that much time in the scheme of things, but when you've got a baby who has decided to attach herself to your boob from dusk til dawn, the 6:30am wake ups come a bit too soon, and the 7pm bedtimes can't come soon enough.
Weekends seem to be the toughtest times to be alone because not only do I have all three kids all the time (save the few hours Drew and Margot may nap), but there's a lot of fun things to do around Atlanta that are not so easily managed alone. Going out requires a fair amount of preparation on my part, and attempting to actually get them out of the door within a 15 minute window is like wrangling baby pigs. You tackle one only to have him undo everything you just did when you're chasing after the others.
And with lack of sleep and the requests to replace the same fire hat on the same damn Playmobil fireman 400 times and the whines because the television will not be on all day SO HELP ME GOD, I turn into mean mommy and expose my inner demons in a not so pleasant way, especially when you've got a non-napping toddler who after a long day of dress fittings and impromptu playtimes at ToysrUs breaks down right when you're supposed to head over to your local Relay for Life.
But then your neighbor texts you to say that your ass looks tiny, and you find your book on pre-order at Amazon (cover art to be revealed soon!).
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And a sweet pregnant mom comes up and thanks you profusely as you try to make it up to your kids with ice cream and tells you how she just needed to see you sitting there with your happy well-behaved kids because she was getting scared that she wouldn't be able to handle two under two.
And suddenly the rice all over the floor, the dishes piled in the sink, and laundry piled up on your bed doesn't seem quite as bad. You see these weekends alone as quality time well spent with your kids - time you soon won't have.
So don't get me wrong. My kids still watch television and have their afternoon quiet times. And I still lose it more than I'd like to admit.
And you better believe I'm looking forward to getting a weekend away.
But for now, I'm trying to enjoy seeing things through my new glasses.
Those are nice glasses. A good style for you.
I have the same glasses- in a different style- but they're a little dirty. I'm thinkin' an extra Zoloft will do the trick for me. Or some sleep.
Posted by: psumommy | April 28, 2009 at 01:35 PM
I am in your shoes right now too. Except you should count yourself lucky bedtime is at 7pm. My two year old won't sleep until 9-10pm and still wakes up at 7am.
A 7pm bedtime would be AWESOME.
Posted by: Katie | April 28, 2009 at 12:02 PM
It's not easy doing it alone. Glad you were able to see things in a new light.
Posted by: Asianmommy | April 28, 2009 at 12:02 PM
Every so often, the universe gives us one of those nice slow easy pitches to make up for all the curve balls. Would be nice if there were more of them, but we take the ones we can get.
Posted by: Mom101 | April 28, 2009 at 10:20 AM
YAY! You're on Amazon! CONGRATULATIONS! Can't wait to pre-order my copy. You're my hero. Love you.
Posted by: GirlsGoneChild | April 28, 2009 at 02:08 AM
Lovely way to see the world. Atta girl. :) And I'm not known for blowing air up anyone's skirt - your ass *does* look tiny.
Posted by: Minde | April 27, 2009 at 10:17 PM
Absolutely perfect! I have friends that have said the same thing, "A WHOLE weekend alone with the kids?? Seriously?" but it isn't bad. I try to find times to pass the time, and focus on the happy times, and try to quickly forget the not-so-happy times!
Posted by: Jenny | April 27, 2009 at 09:00 PM
I was so happy about your book so I went and pre-ordered it. And then I saw the expected release date and was like, "Excited, much?"
So hopefully this means when I see you at BlogHer 2010, I can have you autograph it. :)
Posted by: Dana | April 27, 2009 at 06:43 PM
Great post. I'm frustrated with my kids more often than not, then magically, one trip to the emergency room completely changes my world view.
My husband is leaving for a week tomorrow. First time I'll be alone with the kids. Terrifying thought, but it'll probably result in some great blog posts!
The blog has become MY new glasses...
Posted by: mommysaidwhat? | April 27, 2009 at 04:05 PM
I'd love a pair of those glasses. At least the ones where my ass is tiny. Congrats on the book.
Posted by: Amanda | April 27, 2009 at 03:58 PM
I want new glasses that make my ass look tiny.
Posted by: The New Girl | April 27, 2009 at 02:39 PM
Thank you for making us all feel "normal" if there is such a thing and not psychotic when we have meltdowns.
P.S. Have you tried a pacifier with the baby as my son did the same thing and that's what my doctor told me. It not only gave my breasts reprieve but gave me mobility as well.
Posted by: Mistaken Identity in MI | April 27, 2009 at 01:42 PM
Congrats on your book! I can't wait to see the cover art. And those long weekends can get long, but it sounds like you're staying sane :)
Posted by: Rebecca | April 27, 2009 at 01:17 PM
If you can figure out how to market and sell those glasses, I'd love to buy some.
Or the weekend away - I could use one of those!
Posted by: Bill | April 27, 2009 at 12:50 PM
it's great when someone can give you a little much needed perspective :-)
Posted by: MommyNamedApril | April 27, 2009 at 12:41 PM
Glad I'm not alone! I think we could all use a girls night out (or a few). It should be a requirement for moms that you must go out childless x amount of times. Too bad planning a girls night out is sometimes harder than actually getting your kids out the door.
Posted by: Nico Blue | April 27, 2009 at 11:48 AM
This is a great post. It sums up how I feel most days. How I think most moms feel. Thanks for sharing.
p.s. Book preordered? Done and done! :-)
Posted by: Jill | April 27, 2009 at 11:40 AM
So needed to read this as I begin my week alone with the kids while H is gone for work.
DId I mention that it is in the 90s and the A/C just died and the repairman who was supposed to be here at 9 will now be here at 3.
I need to find the door to the other side.
Posted by: Vicky | April 27, 2009 at 10:32 AM
It's hard sometimes to reconcile the intense joy you get out out your kids with the absolute exhaustion that comes with the cleaning/cooking/feeding/working of it all. Being a military wife (or sometimes single mom juts make it a little harder, no?
Posted by: Paperfairies | April 27, 2009 at 09:27 AM
Glad you are on the other side K. I spent Friday and Saturday in an irritable, grouchy, subpar parenting funk - really wasn't sure what was going on but my patience was really limited.
I came through on the other side yesterday (not sure how I hopped to the other side but thank god...) and it was a huge, huge relief. I probably planted about 100 kisses on L's face yesterday. -Christine
Posted by: Boston Mamas | April 27, 2009 at 09:10 AM