Sunday, August 23, 2009
How Are We Doing?
I think my first trip out with just me and the two kids sums up the current state of affairs. We went to Walgreens to pick up Chris's meds and some Pedialite Pops for him (would someone at his work please give him a hard time about this?!). Now, as a mother of one, I would proudly (read: smugly) cruise through the aisles with my oh-so-cute and well-behaved child, regally nodding to the exclamations of delight from all fellow shoppers and employees.
My time has come.
No sooner do I clear the Walgreens entrance when Dinkeneh throws himself to the floor, loudly declaring that he will NOT ride in the cart. Oh joy. Bear in mind, this child has never thrown himself to the floor in a public place under my watch, ever. I am stunned. I take a deep breath, stick a smile on my face and my daughter in the cart, then turn to pick him up. Before I can reach him, he scrambles to his feet, runs over to a Maybeline display, and punches it has hard as he can, causing product to spill out all over the place. We now have a crowd watching us. I feel my face turning red. As I grab my shrieking child, I hear an onlooker say, "Boy, you sure do have your hands full."
The dreaded hands full comment. Unbelievable.
But as much as I loathe the use of that phrase, it feels true right now. My hands do feel full, in good ways and not-so-good ways. This is the point in the process when you're on the downhill stretch, finish line in sight, but your muscles are so tired that you no longer have good control, and every step is jarring as you fight to find a new rhythm.
We'll get there.
It just takes time.