Mom life is when the irony takes over, regardless of how planned, prepared and good intentioned you are for the day.
I finally got Anika to swim lessons an hour early so she could have a lot of extra time to swim just to learn that they added an extra class so open swim was closing in 10 mins.
I planned on getting out of the house this morning because my brain needed a break from the constant crazy. I needed more distractions than the kids and to remember that there is life between diapers. Yup, Teagan had finally fallen asleep, so we skipped the trip out. Awesome! I will get some work done (after checking Facebook), look up the gluten free apple pie recipe, shop online for new shoes so I have no excuse to skip working out, put on the laundry I ignored over the weekend. Teagan napping brings so much freedom and I always seem to assume she will nap for at least an hour. Laundry done. Bills paid. Shoes looked up. Just as I started updating a client’s website the dreaded cry pierced the productivity. “Maybe she will just go back to sleep,” I always seem to hope. “Mom, Teagan is crying,” says my almost five year old who is trying to be helpful. “Thanks honey,” I say, meaning “I know! That’s all she has done for the past two days!” I picked up Teagan, changed her diaper and set her down in the exersaucer. Cry. Crying. Wailing in mere seconds. We snuggle on the couch and she just wants me – forget daddy! I prop her up and continue typing. I peel my arm away as I test the waters. She smiles up – phew! Type, type, type. Teagan is so happy watching mommy work that she wants to try too. Lunging forward she grabs at my laptop. Anika thinks it’s the funniest thing all day and joins us.
This is what working at home with a teething baby is like. By the grace of God it always works out. I finally found quiet moments while watching Anika’s swim lesson.
I will be working after the girls are in bed tonight, but it’s a little less exhausting because I started today. Those three paragraphs I typed earlier aren’t much, but it means I got something done.
I also managed to call six day cares today in an attempt to find an opening for Teagan. One is closing, five have no openings, a nanny is too expensive and most are further than I care to drive. Defeated? No! I started and that’s what matters!
My to do list isn’t near as important as my kids, but if I’m being honest I love getting stuff done. I feel empowered and my brain remembers there is life between diapers.