I am in New York. It snows a lot here. Especially this winter.
Today, we received our second blizzard of the season so school and work are both shut down. I was like a kid on Christmas morning when I woke up to check on the weather and found out I didn’t have to get up. I snuggled deep into the covers and dreamed of a perfect winter day. Playing in the snow. Sipping hot cocoa. Reading my kindle. Eating junk food. Pure heaven.
As the day progressed, I realized I have children.
Stupid, huh? I mean, of course I have children. I knew this. But somehow, I believed that today was my own. Thought they’d amuse themselves enough where I could steal some time to do nothing or work on my writing.
But I have children. Demanding children. Some of it was fun, don’t get me wrong. I like making them a big breakfast in the morning like I am a short cook at a diner. I even managed to squeeze in my own mini bagel with cream cheese in between demands. I gave them baths. I read. I played CandyLand and Scooby Doo Trouble. I dressed one of them up in a million layers and sent him out in the snow to help my husband shovel. The older one looked at me like I was crazy and told me he was staying in his pajamas and watching DVDs.
So, I seized my moment and went off to the computer. Was called in to get him a snack right after breakfast. Then more juice. Then he got bored with the DVD and wanted to play the Go Fishing game. Then wanted to have a coloring contest.
Then the little one was shoved through the door by my husband and I had to strip him, dry him and proceed to make hot cocoa. Then played Elafun. Why, oh God, did I think buying a lot of games for Christmas was a good idea?
I desperately looked for anything on television to get them out of my hair but they wanted me. ALL DAY.
The day is almost over and now I have to make dinner, entertain them some more and go to bed. Where was my fun day? Why did they have to give up naps? Why don’t’ they do things themselves?
I know I spoil them. Don’t mean to – as a first time mom my defense is stupidity. Half the time, I had to ask around to see what they should be doing next. I didn’t find out till months later that I should have stopped feeding them and let them feed themselves. Or clean up . Or actually dress/undress themselves. My older one is too smart and plays like he doesn’t know how to do it. He got into kindergarten and it seems his teacher doesn’t play that game, so all of a sudden he is doing things that amaze me. I can’t believe the whole time he could open his own juice box! Unbelievable…
I want a do-over. Preferably with them at school, my husband at work, and only my job closed.