Saturday, April 29, 2006

Mommy Guilt

I have had my first real bout with Mommy Guilt.

Yesterday, Aidan asked me in the morning to color with him. That's it, just color. I told him just a sec because I am feeding your sister. And then after I fed her I put the dishes in the sink and thought I could just sneak in a load of (the ever-growing pile of) laundry. "Mummy, can you color with me?" he asked again. "Yup, be right there, sweetie". And then:

-The dog starting barking incessantly and had to be squirted with the water bottle
-The phone rang and I had to chat with my mother for about 15 minutes
-Ciara had a massive poop and needed a bath (thanks, Amoxicillan)
-I had to put Ciara in for her morning nap
-Gavin had a massive poop
-The phone rang again
-Ciara woke up with another poop
-I had to get the boys lunch

And then it was nap time! It was non-stop all morning long and Aidan was always there inbetween each of these things asking me for just one simple little thing. My time. To color with him. I want to cry just thinking about it now. I can hardly ever just sit and play with my children. And believe me, my house is not the cleanest house so it is not that I am putting housework before them. Things just happen between the (stupid) dog, diaper changes, baths, naps, preparing and eating meals, going out in the car to run errands and the list goes on...

So this week, my goal is to take time each day and just sit with them and play. Whatever they want. I hope that will make me feel a little better.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Brotherly Love

The boys are so funny to watch with their sister. Aidan has been in love with her from the day we brought her home from the hospital. He is always up in her face with his lips pursed and saying "Hi baby Ciara". Gavin has taken quite a while to warm up to her and only now seeks her out to "play" with her. Just today she was crawling around and he runs after her with his play stethoscope saying "I need to listen, Ciara". She just stops in her tracks, sits on her butt and beams up at him. And then in the next minute she crawls over to one of his stuffed animals he left on the floor and is happily munching away. Gavin absent-mindedly looks up and then storms over to her and grabs it out of her hand. "NO!! You can't have that!!". I think they are going to have more of a love-hate thing going on.

Monday, April 24, 2006

His Mother's Son

You know how when you were growing up and were annoying the heck out of your mother, she would say "I hope when you have children, they are just like you"? Well, I think the curse has come true for me. At least partly.

Lately, one of the boys has been driving me batty. He is chasing the dog around in circles in the house while screeching in delight. He helps himself to the step stool to get something out of reach that he knows he shouldn't have (DVDs). He continually writes on things with his crayons despite my frequent threats. I have finally taken his crayons away. So, as he was preparing to take all the cushions off the couch again after I had put them all back, I sat firmly on the cushion he was trying to toss off. We sat there for a minute staring at each other with the same look of determination on our faces. Me to keep the cushion on and he to take it off. It finally dawned on me that the reason we have been butting heads lately , so to speak, is that we are alike. We are both stubborn as mules when we get it in our head to do something. We are both determined to make said thing happen. And if someone gets in our way....look out. Not to mention the fact that he most surely inherited the ability to whine from me. Though that is only something I will admit here.

I hope his child is exactly like him.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Wow, I have a blog





Who woulda thunk it? I just need a creative outlet before I go insane. Check back for the funny and often terrifying episodes in life with three kids under three.