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Mommy Fouls Happen, Get Over It!
Now that my beautiful daughter is 2 – I am faced with things I consider Mommy Fouls. The term can easily be defined as ‘the fouls made under the influence of Mommy. ‘ I coined the term last week during a bedtime battle.
I couldn’t understand why my tot would not go to sleep. We had a busy day, she had a play date and nap-then I remember the timeline. Her nap was delayed because we went to the park later than usually. Ouch. This foul costs my team (hubby and I) valuable quality time.
Our Mommy Fouls include:
Anytime I think I’m making a quick trip, it turns into an extended journey and chances are I either forgot snacks, water/juice or extra clothes/wipes. Recently, I’ve gone without the travel potty or public potty cover only to re-route my journey, purchase supplies or run home to regroup. This foul cost me cherished time.
Sadly, we have left items in the car after unloading. The most significant being eggs and ground beef. My sister is a Mama that takes everything inside in one trip. I take smaller trips; yet, we’ve both missed things in the chaos of unloading the car with children. The cost of this foul is time and money. Grrr.
During my Pre-Mama years, I left little room for errors. It annoyed me when I made mistakes and couldn’t understand how 98% was okay for some (I wanted everything to be perfect). Thank to my lovely daughter, I realize that shooting for a perfect batting average would drive me insane. So, my goal is to operate with less Mommy Fouls each day.
Which Mommy Foul can you relate?
Today's theme: “Don’t touch, say sorry, no biting!”
It has a nice rhythm to it-once repeated fifty times in short period.
I am thirty minutes past sending my nephew home and boy, did we have a full day. Here’s a little background. Our little ones, which made two in March & April, have been annoying one another since birth. They must touch, harass, poke and push one another just to make sure we are paying attention. Or at least, that’s all I can determine.
My day started at 5:30am. I planned to start my day an hour prior to his arrival but couldn’t muster the energy to do so. I did the bare minimum – folded a load of laundry. He arrived at 7 with a loud cry. Poor little man, he loves his Aunt but doesn’t want to be left anywhere without Mom and Dad.
And so it began – a snuggle campaign to get him to calm down. I rocked and patted him like he was fresh out of the womb. Then, I realized I could use a Buzz Lightyear video to soothe his soul. And it worked!
The next 1.5 hours included video games, puzzles, flash cards and books. His attention span is shorter than my daughter so I had to keep moving to ensure I didn’t lose him.
My daughter wakes and immediately asked if her cousin arrived. We dress, do hair, have breakfast and make it to the park in record time. The rush? We live in Las Vegas and must beat the heat. Our preparation includes packing water, sun hats – putting on sunscreen and wearing sunglasses. Poor me, I had to push the 60+ pounds of double stroller with a b ackpack (travel potty, diapers, pull ups etc). I’m sure you get the point. So we swing, slide and pose for pictures –and start the journey home.
I had an AHA moment while pushing them up a rather steep hill. Why not re-create a water table? It worked – each child had one large tub, a medium bin and two small bowls to transfer water. They were thoroughly entertained. This led us to lunchtime and a three hour nap. My plan to tire them worked tremendously!
The pain in my back didn’t set in until they were both sleeping. It started in my ankle and made its way to my neck. So, when someone says, “Aren’t you ready for #2?” I will remember this day, this pain and reply, “Don’t touch, say sorry, no biting!” It will be confusing to most but amusing to the ones that have uttered the words for years.
How did you plan for child #2?
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