The other week, I made jerk chicken for dinner. I purchased a new marinade and sliced fresh limes and cooked them in the crock pot. It smelled delicious and my mouth watered as I scooped it onto the plates. We all sat down to eat and the moment I bit into the chicken I knew it was a miss.
My oldest said, "It tastes like you marinated this in....hand sanitizer." I was so disappointed. "Don't worry, like, 90% of your food is delicious, mom." I do try. "Screw it!", I said, "Let's just go to Moes. It's Moe's Monday."
I thew the dinner in the trash - $7.98 worth of chicken. It hurt my heart. We ordered our food, sat down in a booth and chatted about our day. The girls were both in a good mood and were chatty. It was just a normal, delightful evening.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a lady and her family. She had two boys who were probably 3 and a half and 18 months old. She appeared to 5 months pregnant. She was quietly melting down on the 3 year old. She pulled a chair out from the table and put him in "time-out" and was talking sternly under her breath. The 18 month old is eating but getting his food everywhere. The dad is just sitting there eating, oblivious. Before long the mom lets the 3 year old back to the table and she looked so cross.
Then the 18 month old picked up his pacifier and I thought he was going to put it in his mouth but instead just threw it on the ground. That was the last straw for mom. She picked up the pacifier, threw it angrily into the trash can and said to the baby, "There! Are you happy? Now it's gone!!!"
She sat down at the table again and stared out into space. She looked tired. Her husband got the hint and got up, cleared the table and left with the kids. She sat there for a minute, looking defeated. Then she got up and struggled to collect her purse, a diaper bag, a sippy cup, a toy and left.
I felt bad for her and as she left, I said a little prayer for her strength and sanity. I know her life. I've lived that life. I had a 3 year old and a 1 year old. Kids are great and beautiful. Being a mother is amazing. But is it easy? Hell no! She probably had a rough day. This is the day in the life of a mom with two young kids: Wake up at 6 am and lament that you haven't had a good night sleep in 3 and a half years. Your husband gets ready for work, where he gets to talk to actual adults. You get up and change your first diaper of the day. Then, you make breakfast for the kids. The 18 month old will throw more food on the floor than they eat. The 3 year old will scream and cry that you gave them milk in the minion cup when they wanted the Mickey Mouse cup.
You sit on the couch and drink a cup of coffee while your kids watch Calliou and wonder how you will make it through the day. So tired. So, so tired. Plus, you hate Calliou, he's such a whiny b**ch. Your 3 year old needs to go potty, you help and supervise the butt wiping. Because, that is a parenting thing. While you're doing that, your 18 month old found a pen and has scribbled on the couch and her face. Where did that pen come from?
You clean up the kid and get both children dressed. You are going to take them to the park. It beats having to stay in the house and entertain them. Maybe there will be other adults you can talk to. First you have to pack a bag: diapers, wipes, change of clothes, sippy cups, water, snacks, changing pad. You've been doing this EVERY time you leave the house for 3 and a half years.
You go to the park and you push the kids on the swings for an hour. You catch them at the bottom of the slide. The 18 month old will fall in wood chips while running and will cry like her legs were cut off. You will wipe tears and console. Then you will go home to make lunch.
You make the kids lunch but your oldest refuses to use utensils. The youngest is cranky and throws food on the ground. You pray for strength. Then - nap time. The 18 month of falls asleep right away. The 3 year old fights and wants you to lay with her. You do, for 20 minutes, before she falls asleep. You WANT to fall asleep too but you can't. You have breakfast and lunch dishes to do, laundry to fold, and you have to scrub the pen off the couch.
You get all of that done and when you do, you breathe a sigh of relief, and sit down on the sofa for a moment of silence. The exact minute your bottom hits the seat, the 3 year old comes out and asks for a snack. Then your 18 month old wakes up too. While you are getting snacks, the 18 month old hides behind the couch and takes a dump.
You change the diaper and think, I can't wait until you use the potty because I'm tired of these man-poops. You let them watch Dora while they eat their snacks. You watch it too - because, f**k it! you have nothing better to do with your life. Dora goes on more adventures than you now-a-days.
After Dora, TV is off. The pediatrician says limit TV to an hour a day. You sit on the floor and play blocks and read them a book. You leave them to play with their toys while you fix dinner. While you are making dinner, the phone rings. It's your husband. "I'm going to be half an hour late tonight."
FFFFFUUUUUUU, really?!?! REALLY?!?! "Okay, that's cool."
"Maybe we can, you know, tonight."
"Maybe."
Let's be honest - no one is doing anything tonight. You only have sex once a week, in the hall bathroom for the 3 minutes your kids are distracted while they're watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
You put dinner in the oven and then you corral your children to come in the bathroom with you because you can't leave them unattended. They try to inadvertently kill themselves all the time. They sit on the floor in front of you and you read them Hop on Pop while you take a crap. Because, multi-tasking.
You try to finish dinner. Your 18 month old keeps coming in, opening the cabinet and throwing pot lids on the floor. Then your 3 year old has a melt down because the 18 month old took the red block. The 3 year old hits the 18 month old in the face with said block. They both start screaming. You console the 18 month old and put the 3 year old in time out.
You grab a boo-boo bunny from the freezer and apply it to the 18 month old's forehead because she's going to have a bruise. The kids are settled again. You are putting dinner on plates when your husband walks in. The kids run to him like he's a movie star, like it's the best thing that happened all day. You feel like chopped liver.
You put the 18 month old in the high chair and the 3 year old in the booster seat. They are actually eating it. You are surprised. You ask your husband about his day and he tells you about how the fax machine broke and how Lenny in HR is getting a divorce. You are jealous of his interesting life.
After dinner your husband rough houses with the children while you clear the table and do the dishes. Then it's bath time. Your husband goes to take off his work clothes and "relax". You fill up the bathtub with water and put both kids in. While you are washing the 3 year old, the 18 month old stands up and takes a piss. In the bathwater. You are too tired to even care. Isn't urine supposed to be sterile anyhow?
You take them out, dry them off. The three year old runs naked through the house as you diaper and clothe the 18 month old. You have to chase down the 3 year old to get her pajamas on. You feed them their evening snack then brush their teeth. Will the help of your husband, you have to physically restrain the 18 month old and pry open her mouth to brush her teeth. You wonder, Did I brush my teeth today?
You let the kids each pick out a book. If You Give A Mouse a Cookie and Goodnight Moon - AGAIN. You don't even need the books, you know them by heart. Goodnight, bowl full of mush....who the hell eats mush anyway.
You settle them into bed. You call your husband in. You kiss their heads and tell them goodnight. They smile and say "I wub you" and you know they are going to sit there and kick the wall before they actually fall asleep.
You take a shower for the first time today. It's one of the small luxuries in your life - a hot shower after the kids have gone to bed. You might actually FLOSS tonight - you are really getting your shit together. You get out of the shower and put on your pajamas. You tiptoe into the kids room and gaze at your children's sleeping faces in the moonlight. You melt into the floor. I love you so much. You are so beautiful and worth it.
You join your husband on the couch. "You look exhausted," he says. You ARE exhausted. When will you NOT be exhausted? You don't know - possibly never. Certainly not tomorrow or the next day. "I am too tired to play the piano, but you can touch my boobs if you want," you say. You have to throw a bone out there every now and then.
You try to watch a grown up show but you nod off at the commercial. Your husband wakes you at 9 pm and you shuffle to bed in a half-dreamlike stupor. Then you do it all again, the next day and the next and the next.
I never judge a mom with young kids. It is so incredibly hard. Insanely difficult. To the mom in Moes - you can do this. It's okay to melt down and be exhausted sometimes. Tomorrow is a new day.
I relayed the story of the Moe's mom to my husband and children after she left. "That sounds horrible!" said my 10 year old. Then I told some of the stories about them when they were that age. The time I was peeing in the stall with my 2 year old and she broke free and ran out. There I sat, with my pants down in front of two strangers, yelling for my daughter to come back. The time I let them hold a loaf of french bread in the grocery store and they were hitting each other with it, I ran over it with my cart after they dropped it and then ate half of it and I didn't realize until we were at check out. The time my daughter lifted up my skirt in front of 10 people at a random pharmacy.
The time my daughter was screaming "Stop hurting me!" over and over again in a library when I made her stand next to me because she was literally trying to climb shelves. The time my oldest daughter body slammed by youngest into the dairy section at Publix or when one tried to kick the other and her shoe flew off and went over the next aisle....That is just a small sample. Horrible, horrible things. It's shocking that I ever took them out in public.
But, here we were. Both children in public, eating dinner and enjoying it. No one was crying, no one was hitting each other, no one decided to randomly sit underneath the table, no one was throwing tortilla chips on the floor on purpose. When did that happen?
My life with older children is easier in a lot of ways, but harder in a lot of ways too. I'm still exhausted. I've been tired for nearly 13 years now. This is my new normal. My life is hectic, I am a mom. With bigger kids, come bigger problems. Your kids begin to deal with things that are out of your control, they have problems that you can't fix, they deal with heartbreak and disappointment and in those moments, I think that I would much rather have sleepless nights and wipe asses. I didn't appreciate how simple life was then. In 5 years I will probably feel that way about the stage I am now.
The point is, that being a parent is not easy. It is demanding. It is hard. It is wonderful. It is confusing. It is heart-breaking and heart-filling all at once. Somehow, we survive it and our kids survive us. It's kind of a miracle.
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