I just got a glimpse of what it’s like to have two small children. And let me say, I’m scared. Very scared. I watched one of the Mini’s friends this morning. A little girl, who is the same age. They know each other well, and both were very well behaved and played nicely together. I figured since she was here over lunch, I wouldn’t torture her by making her watch the Mini eat “noonoos.” So I had to get lunch ready. With two kids. It was only slightly hectic, and went a little something like this:
“Mini, take the crayon out of your ear. We don’t put crayons in our ear. Silly girl, don’t eat the crayon, that’s dirty. *fishes crayon out of toddlers mouth*. Don’t run with crackers in your mouth, both of you.”
The five minutes it took to make mac and cheese was the most stressful of my life and folks, I gave birth.
Now if I could only now get the Mini to actually take a nap. After watching two kids all morning, I need the break more than I usually do.