It’s11:30, and the kids are amusing themselves peacefully in their rooms for once. Here’s my chance; I’m going to make lunch. The refrigerator door opens and I start to pull out lunch meat and cheese slices.
Whoah! Where did they all come from??? Suddenly I am surrounded. My son is pointing and grunting in the way that young toddlers are apt to do when words escape them. He throws himself on my leg, certain starvation pending if I do not pick him up and give him something to eat at once.
My daughter, in her purple tutu and fairy wings, is clinging to my other leg, crying because her brother’s wails are going to wake up her “princess baby” (doll). This is when the dog comes in, ball in mouth, thinking it would be a great time to play fetch. Drop ball on floor (thump), bark, pick ball up in mouth, drop ball again (thump), bark… You get the picture.
“Lunch will be ready in just a minute,” I reassure my son, who I’m now holding, still trying to roll up his sister’s turkey rolls. “Here’s a bite of cheese.”
“I want peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!” comes the cry at my kneecaps. “I don’t want turkey!”
Thump. Bark! Thump. Bark!
“Okay, okay, I’m making it…” I say, voice getting a little harried at this point. “Here’s another bite of cheese…”
The phone rings, it’s some salesperson, trying to get me to buy some kind of home insurance – not interested right now – click.
“Where’s my food?????” cries the fairy, who is now sprawled on the floor.
“It’s coming,” I answer, whipping out the peanut butter from the cabinet, putting another bite of cheese in her brother’s mouth, and kicking that blasted tennis ball across the floor so the dog will chase it and get out of the way for just a second. “Mommy’s working as fast as she can, but there’s just one mommy.”
“Mmmm!” yells the one in my arms, pointing at his sippy cup that is half way across the room, sitting on the table.
“Okay, okay! Here you go!” One in the highchair, click. One in the booster seat. Two plates on the table. Dog goes outside.
Guess I’m eating the unwanted turkey rolls that are still sitting on the counter.
Bree Anderson says
This was not the same site I was on earlier–I mean in look- but it’s looking good :)- have a great weekend and hopefully not ‘mommy over ran ‘ as that post- ha, don’t we have those days !!!
Sometimes starting new is the best way to go forward.
The new site looks good.
I love this story. I watch other children to help pay the bills, and at one time I had 3 other children aside from my own 2. My house was like that all the time. I’m glad you found humor in the moment, because I realize that I should have, and will from now on!