This week Babyface has no summer school, preschool or camp. There is no place to drop her off and pick her up. I am lost without the structure. I am lost without my mommy time. It’s just her, a big fat mess and me. I just hope to make it to nap time everyday, so I can unload my stress…with a glass of wine.
I watch the clock all day like I did when I was in school. One minute is like an hour, when I’m playing Uno for the fourth time. One minute is like an hour when we’re doing a craft together, but in reality little miss bossy pants is telling me what I’m “allowed” to do. If I daydream or try to do something simultaneously, she’ll say, “Pay attention, Mommy. We’re making a craft together.”
I lose my voice from reading books. I would rather listen to Hit Me Baby, One More Time by Britney Spears (saying a lot), than hear my daughter say, “Mommy, can you read it one more time? Just one more time and that will be it.” She’s a little liar. She’ll beg until I breakdown.
I have to do all of the shopping with her. Our new power struggle is who gets to push the cart and how. After letting her push the cart for 2 minutes to prove a point and hitting several patrons, she’ll “let” me pull the cart from the front, while she pushes it from the back. This does not bode well during lunchtime Trader Joe’s traffic.
Then, she will put extra items in the cart and I spend more time putting them away. I don’t complain about this, though. Why do I compromise this way, you ask? If I don’t compromise, it will spark several tantrums throughout the rest of the day. It’s a domino effect and I’m afraid to push the first domino. I prefer to secure whatever is left of my sanity during this school-less, structure-less week.
I have to do all of the chores with her. Her help adds extra minutes to everything. Today, she decided to stand on the dishwasher door with her dirty feet while I emptied it. We may be having a little sand along with our dinner and drinks, tonight. When I emptied the laundry machine she decided she wanted to put things back in, so that was fun. Around and around we went, until I could move faster than her and shut the door.
Then there’s her high energy level that tears mine down. Last night, I let her stay up to watch Olympic gymnastics. I did this with the hope that she would wake up at 8 am. No such luck. She was knocking on her door at 7 am sharp. When I opened the door, out came a tiny burst of energy. She ran around me. She jumped on me. She repeated, “Mommy, what are we doing today?”
Too much before I could brew a cup of coffee. She had so much of energy that I told her to run around in circles to let off a little steam. Believe it or not, she listened and continued to run around in circles for 20 minutes, singing the ABC song. Each time she sang the song, she would get louder and run faster. The room has been spinning all day and I can’t get that damn song out of my head.
Then there are the walking toys. I step away for two minutes to go to the bathroom or just to exhale so I don’t pass out. When I return, her toys have jumped out of the toy bins and planted a nice obstacle course in the living room and kitchen. They must walk. Toy Story must be a true story. There is no way she can make that big of a mess in just two minutes.
So I sit now, Babyface in naptime, and I pray that the next four days pass more quickly. Don’t get me wrong. I love that I can stay home with her. I just need her to leave for two to three hours a day, so I can regroup. Luckily, Grandma is coming for a visit next week. I’ll have to make a few appointments, so I can escape. Good luck Grandma!