Be very quiet, because this is unbelievable and it won’t last. My whole family is asleep and I am currently unencumbered by a child. Emerson once said, “No child is so beautiful but the mother doesn’t love to see him asleep” and it’s SO true. I felt guilty about it at first. How can I be a good, loving mother when my favorite time is nap time? My favorite time is when I’m NOT interacting with my kid?
I realize that photo isn’t aligned correctly, but I don’t have time to take the WordPress tutorial. I can see on the Summer Video Infant Baby Monitor that my time is limited. I’ve broken my rule of no photos yet again. Like one commenter wrote, my scrumptious baby girl is likely to make me go a little soft on you. This is our “family bed.” We don’t all sleep together like this all night. Viva’s crib is sidecar on Odie’s side with the front railing removed and Pringles has a co-sleeper on my side of the bed. Saturday mornings, though, everyone comes into bed with mommy and daddy. Visualize me in between the girls and you have an accurate picture.
Just last night, I was wondering, “How the hell does a marriage survive two kids?” This morning, I was snuggling my husband, whispering, “Let’s enjoy this before the kids wake up.” We argued last night over how to handle a crisis. Viva was throwing a tantrum. She went Category 5 on the Toddler Scale. It was clear to me that she was in a panic of abandonment. As I walked around the house with Pringles in the Moby Wrap, I scooped Viva up on the other hip, but she would have none of it. Crying almost hysterically, she declared, “You’re NOT her mommy. You’re MY mommy!” Odie had just gotten off of the phone with a relative whom he’d had to let down and he was feeling guilt. I snapped at him about something and he snapped back and before I knew it I had a squalling infant strapped to my chest, a wailing toddler on my hip, and a pissed off husband standing before me.
About an hour later, with both girls asleep, I reached deep past pride for an apology. Odie, touched by me admitting fault and attempting to reconcile, was receptive and had apologies of his own. We made it through. I guess that’s how you keep a marriage together with two kids. You apologize when you’re wrong.
And usually, when you’re right too.
Uh oh, everyone’s up. I mean, YAY! Everyone’s up!