Goodnight moon.πŸŒ™

My day starts with my special alarm. A custom made alarm. His name is Gavin and he is the early bird of the family. 5:30 am on the dot since the day he was born. His face is usually lingering over mine with baby drool to help the wake process.

After chasing babies, changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, more diapers, more cleaning,…I am just exhausted. I can see bedtime is at the horizon. That’s a celebration. Like new year’s eve. I should count down with glasses of wine with each number. 

The time has come. The time where I can finally relax. Bedtime.
Do my eyes deceive me? My 2 tazmanian devils’ eyes are closed? 

I’m ready to close my eyes. I’m ready for a goodnight sleep. Then I think to myself, “Oh, wait. I forgot to post on my blog today.” Here I am writing about the sleep I wish I was doing. With my eyes half closed and my brain shutting down a little more as each word hits the screen.

So with that I say goodni….. πŸ˜΄πŸ’€


Bad Mom Award πŸ†

Yesterday, I took my boys to the store. My oldest picked out a snack for the ride home. My youngest picked out one too but it wasn’t something he could eat. So I placed it back on the shelf and was going to find him another snack.

Anyone with more than 1 kid knows how easy it is to get sidetracked. After placing back the youngest snack choice, I had to stop my oldest from grabbing more than his arms could hold and went back to my list shopping. I paid, and we went to load up our van.

I buckled both boys into their carseats. My oldest asked for his snack. I got it out of the bag and opened it. My youngest seen it and had this sad look take over his face.

This was the moment I realized, I forgot to buy him a snack! 

I contemplated, do I finish loading the groceries into the van, unbuckle the boys, and run inside for a small snack? Do I stop and get him a something from a drive through? I needed to get home to get dinner cooked so I can make it to dance practice on time. Could they share? It was snacks on a stick with no way to cut in half without it all falling apart. My baby is 1 years old. I can give him a toy in hopes it’d help keep him occupied. So, that’s what I did.

Our 15 minute drive home was just the most depressing drive ever. I kept yelling at myself for forgetting as I looked in the review mirror to see his chubby hand reaching in air for his brother’s snack as he wimpered. 

Somewhere along the way I decided I will just stop and get him something. By then, there was no place to stop. So I continued on my way.

My oldest boy finally looked over to stop to see his brother missing out on snacks. He said, “Mama, I don’t want this. And he gave the remaining snack to his younger brother.” I was touched by how caring he was to share his single snack with his brother.

Not only did I feel guilt but I had a realization. My 1 year old will be 2 in 4 months. I treat him like he is 6 months old. I need to learn he isn’t the little baby I still think he is. He wants to pick things out on his own. He wants to be like his older brother. He isn’t easily distracted anymore. 

If there was awards for parenting. I’d get the bad mom award. πŸ˜”