It’s true what they say, that kids age you faster than anything. Kathy asked me something the other day that resonated with me. “Do you breathe a sigh of relief after you’ve put the Mini to bed?”
Um, that would be a YES?
Not only have you made it through another day unscathed, but you’ve made it through the monotany that is toddlerhood. You’ve managed to entertain them, feed them and not lose your patience when they’ve repeated the same thing 9,000 times in a row. “For the love of GOD, YES IT IS APRICOT JUICE.”
Yesterday proved to be one of those days where my kids were putting me in an early grave.
1. We enrolled the Mini in nursery school yesterday. I know you’re thinking, he’s only two? Yes. I thought that same thing last year. Like, isn’t that something for four year olds? I know I didn’t go until four. But apparently, there are two year old programs now. He’s already been registered for next fall, but since he turned two last week, I figured it might benefit him to get him in for the last couple of months of the year. Our local YMCA has fabulous programs that aren’t rape you in the ass expensive. Right now, he can really benefit from the socialization as he’s a little immature socially with peers his own age, so this will be good for him. This will also be good for me, because otherwise, he’ll be living with me when he’s 40, and I’ll still be wiping the crumbs off his face with my saliva soaked thumb. What can I say, I have a hard time letting go. I’m already a bit freaked out, as I tend to be the type of person that worries about the worst case scenarios. What if he gets out and runs out into the street? What if this, or what if that? I need to work on letting go of some of that anxiety. Given that it’s only two days a week, for two and a half hours, the Mama’s break thing isn’t really a part of why I’m sending him to school.
2. I had my ceremonial trip to labor and delivery last night. Let me just say that everything is FINE. We’re all just FINE (and I should add a great big thanks to Buzz and Puzz for coming over last minute to keep an eye on the Mini). I was just not feeling right, and have been having braxton hicks out the ying yang, and some of them were painful. Fetus 2.0 sits much lower and is much more active than the Mini ever was. The activity is insane. So I’m not used to being kicked in the cervix. I’m also not used to a child not spreading my rib cage out to see how far it’ll go before snapping in half. This one hated the monitors with the red hot passion and I was convinced that it was going to just claw it’s way out, rip them off and shake them back and forth into shreds like a rabid dog. I’m pretty scared for this one to be born. Of course, everything was fine, and we were sent home after an hour or so, but I was told that I need to rest and take it easy.
I think I pretty much echo every single parent of a toddler when I say, in what fucking universe is that possible?