I'll be the first to admit that when faced with a weekday with no childcare help whatsoever, I am terrified. I dread the day and the meltdowns that will inevitably occur (meltdowns by the kids or by me). I think of all of the things I need to get done that day and the potential urgent emails that would need to be addressed, and I get stressed out (I have been told that I stress out too easily and over too many things - can you even imagine?).
Yesterday was one of those very days. I wasn't looking forward to it, and to top it all off, that evening we were going to have to attend a baptism class at the church for a whole hour with both kids in tow. Oh "Lordy" was right... an hour of trying to look like great parents after a very long nerve-fraying day alone with the kids. How was I going to pull that off? (Would it have been wrong to attended a class at church while enjoying a Bourbon buzz? Perhaps... don't worry, I didn't indulge...)
Well, before I knew it, it was lunch time, then nap time, and then dinner time. Where did the time go? Baths, bottles, flashcards, snacks, naps, laundry, a game of catch, a tickle attack, making pretend coconut dishes in the play kitchen ... I suppose. I was happy to play with my boys; well, Leighton played, while I held Cambridge so he could watch his big brother (and hopefully not pick up on his sassiness and bad habits).
Usually, I feel like there's never enough time for me to get what I need to get done AND spend the time I want to interacting with my boys. However, knowing ahead of time that the day would need to be devoted to them and their needs, it helped me to be able to focus on them for a day.
It's too easy to become detached from the dreaded imaginative playtime with your toddler when there's someone else that does it during the day, whether it be the daycare people, the nanny, a grandparent. Sadly, I know that I don't spend as much time as I should playing with him, but when I do, I realize how fun it can be and how well he can play by himself if I'm just nearby.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I could EVER be a full-time stay-at-home mom because I SO couldn't do that, but the occasional day alone with my boys shouldn't be something to fear, it should be something to look forward to... more like a blessing than a curse.
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Cyndi M. Frick
This lifestyle blog is my outlet to share and advise about the things I love. I always have an opinion!