Do you have that kid? That makes you think… I’m done. I just need a break. To get outta here. Yeah, I’m in that stage with my youngest. It started with him crawling on top of the kitchen table. The glass-topped kitchen table, while I was changing in my bedroom. I came out to find him sitting right on the edge, playing in the the remnants of breakfast that were still on the table. There was the maple syrup, which he proceeded to cover himself in, and Graham’s leftover milk which he decided to splash in. Yeah, that got me riled up.
Then the next day, I was going to the bathroom, when I hear laughing. Which is always bad when a toddler is by himself. I quickly take care of my business and go investigate. Yep, Will is sitting on TOP of my office desk chucking paper clips across the office. Awesome. Definitely put a few gray hairs on my head.
Just days later, I’m bathing the boys. Will starts chucking toys out of the tub, a clear indication to me that bath time for him is over. I leave Graham in the tub and pull Will out of the water to get him ready for bed. PJ’d and freshly diapered, I set him down for a moment to go stir something on the stove – around the corner from his bedroom and the bathroom. That’s when I hear Graham call me, “Mom. Will’s in the bathtub with his pajamas on.” Oh no!!! Then, “MOM! Now he’s got his blanket!” I start planning my getaway.
You’d think I’d learn to keep a leash on my kid in the house, but no. Later that week, we’re in the other room when we hear a crash. Followed by the sound of something shattering. “WILLLLLLLL!!!!” I scream, not knowing what’s wrong exactly, but knowing who’s to blame. I go into the kitchen to find a toddler crying, standing next to the table cloth he pulled off the kitchen table, a puddle of water, and a broken vase of flowers.
So, I called up a few girl friends and began plotting the details of my ladies-only vacation. And I’m going. I mean it. But now, I’m not so anxious to go. Because that little tornado-toddler is cuddling in my lap while I type this, with his baby hands stroking my face and staring up at me with his big bright eyes. It kind of makes me melt. Even though he just tooted in my lap. Something I would not permit another living thing to do.
How is it that these little monsters can cause so much trouble and we still can look at them and love them more than anything else in the whole-wide-word. Motherhood. It’s a complicated thing.
This made me laugh – I have 2 Will’s in my house – but I agree the snuggle melts me every time! I really am glad to hear I am it the only one that plans get-always – usually a girls night out!