Posted on | August 8, 2011 | 15 Comments
That stupid song has been running through my head all morning, but it seems fitting.
Today is the first day it’s just the boys and me at home. Alone. No help. Taylor is at work. My mama and mother-in-law are back to the grind at work, and I’m on my own. So far, so…okay? Sully woke up around 7:00 while Arlo slept in my bed (don’t judge). I got him dressed, dealt with an incredibly gross blueberry diaper that made me question cloth diapering ever again, and fed him before Arlo stirred. Then I blocked off the kitchen, fed Arlo, and put him in his bouncy chair while I made the bed and put away laundry. I had a whole eleven minutes before Arlo started screaming. I picked him up and walked around with him for awhile. The whole time I walked and bounced, I had to scold Sullivan for getting into things he wasn’t supposed to be touching.
Sully has developed a defiant streak. If he’s doing something bad, and I say no, he looks at me and smiles before doing it again. Maddening. He’s been in time out twice. Obviously, it ain’t working.
Then, I worked to get Arlo down for a nap. An hour later, three times playing that stupid glowing Seahorse, and lots of Shuuuuushing, and Arlo is asleep (for now). Sully keeps running full force towards the door to my bedroom where Arlo is sleeping and attempting to dive bomb it. I’ve had to snatch him up four times. I have no idea why he’s so intent on waking his brother, but apparently it gives him great joy. Everytime I have to get onto him about something, I feel a huge wave of guilt. I know he’s just looking for attention, but dang boy, you can’t tackle your brother’s bouncy chair while he’s in it. I fear the hard part of being at home will have nothing to do with a newborn and everything to do with a deranged toddler.
God, please bring me patience. And lots of it.
When Arlo wakes, I’m off to brave the grocery store and Post Office with both boys in tow. Wish me luck.