There’s nothing quite like seeing a mirror of your previously unobserved habits in someone else and having to wrestle with both. “Why don’t you have shoes on?!” I say, shoeless and washing dishes.
Posts Tagged ‘parenthood’
Obby and I take turns cleaning up dinner while the other puts the kids to bed. Turns out he’s much better at getting these kids to sleep than I am.
This was actually someone else. I saw a mom just walking through the parking lot with a flailing kid over her shoulder and another under one arm and she got one into the car and chased down the other. I was thoroughly impressed by her calm. I had to yell across the parking lot my support of her situation.
I have since gone through the house with Draino and a pot of boiling water. But sometimes the sinks just get backed up. The kids sink gets this pink grits build up.
All toddler kisses come with a lipstick ring of snot.
My mom used the fraise “they’re still a part of your skin”. For a while, your kid still feels like a part of your own body. After a point though, they really are rubbing snot on you and it is not alright.
This too shall pass. The reassuring thing about parenthood is that it will all change in a minute. Long days, short years.
Yucca and Jicama are both so much fun to say!
Obby about lost his mind googling weather or not I had poisoned everyone. I might have taken two years off of his life.