The boys
Now that Charlie's been out of preschool for a week and a half, I'll be honest, its been hard. I once put a pedometer on him before school, and after 2 1/2 hours, he came home having run the equivalent of 2 miles. The kid has some serious energy.
But now that he doesn't have that outlet, he is like a caged monkey in the mornings. Honestly, it makes me tired just watching him run around our 900 square feet.
Plus, he's like the singing bush from 'Three Amigos' and if he's awake, his mouth is moving. I know that someday when he's a reclusive teenager, I'm going to miss it. But right now, my ears are burning.
Dylan's glad he's home. The two are inseparable...for better of for worse. I know I should be used to it by now, but everyday I'm shocked at the messes that they're capable of making. Like right now where I'm watching Dylan rip off the letters from the keyboard of our laptop that was under my bed. Really, people.
I know, I know, treasure this time. It goes by quickly. Enjoy it. Blah.
Love my boys to pieces, but sometimes I just want a quiet, clean room to myself.
2 comments:
hang in there. you're an awesome mom, and you're so normal for feeling this way, especially when you're pregnant. my friend, elizabeth posted this on her blog a few days ago. i think it might help.
A young mother writes: "I know you've written before about the empty nest syndrome, that lonely period after the children are grown and gone. Right now I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is teething; the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my diet. Lay it on me again, will you?"
OK. One of these days, you'll shout, "Why don't you kids grow up and act your age?" And they will. Or, "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do... and don't slam the door!" And they won't.
You'll straighten up the boys' bedroom neat and tidy: bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you'll say out loud, "Now I want it to stay this way." And it will.
You'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces on the icing, and you'll say, "Now, there's a meal for company." And you'll eat it alone.
You'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear me?" And you'll have it.
No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti. No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms. No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps. No more clothespins under the sofa. No more playpens to arrange a room around.
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent. No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathroom. No more iron-on patches, rubber bands for ponytails, tight boots or wet knotted shoestrings.
Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it. No baby-sitter for New Year's Eve. Washing only once a week. Seeing a steak that isn't ground. Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.
No PTA meetings. No more car pools. No blaring radios. No one washing her hair at 11 o'clock at night. Having your own roll of Scotch tape.
Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste. No more sloppy oatmeal kisses. No more tooth fairy. No giggles in the dark. No knees to heal, no responsibility.
Only a voice crying, "Why don't you grow up?" and the silence echoing, "I did."
LOVE YOU!
I Love that comment...I am starting to realize that Sterling & I will be alone come September for a few months...the last things are happening to us....enjoy them while they are young because they grow up so fast...
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