I Rocked It Like A Mama

Today was one of those days where I felt that all was possible. I don't usually like to pat myself on the back. In fact, I usually find ways to unpat myself when others compliment me but that's a sob story for my therapist.

I should get myself one of those.

Normally, I'm cursing both the laws of Murphy and toddlers. I think those two have a pact or something.

It's a one-step-forward-two-steps-back-uphill-battle-barefoot-in-the-dog-shit-infested-snow kind of feeling, almost every single day. 

But today...oh today...I kind of feel like I kicked ass.  Check out this list of accomplishments.

• Got up with the kids at 6:09.
• Fed them both two breakfasts. 
• Fed and caffeinated myself.  
• Played "Air Traffic Controller" and "Air Hostess" for several plane take-offs and landings on our Family Room carpet. 
• Went for a run at 7:15 when TSA woke up. (Disclaimer: Normally he gets up with the kids and I get to sleep until 7)
• Made Shnook's lunch
• Got both kids dressed (because why should TSA do that while I'm out running, right?)
• Sat with Fuzz on toilet 3 times with no success
• Changed a (friggin' nasty) poop diaper a la Fuzzball
• Took a shower!! (I know, right???)
• Made beds
• Folded laundry
• Vacuumed the living room, family room and kids' room with Fuzz "helping" (hindering)
• Made Fuzz scrambled eggs that he did not eat
• Got Fuzz down for a nap at precisely 12:00
• Wrote for an hour and fifteen minutes of Fuzz's nap
• Took a 23 minute nap-the remainder of Fuzz's
• Picked up Shnook
• Took both kids to the Farmer's Market-always stressful since they still like to bolt at inopportune moments
• Sliced up several cocktail grapefruits for snacks-neither could get enough of them!
• Supervised outside playtime in backyard until it got dark
• Simultaneously prepped kale and played Chutes and Ladders
• Cooked and served dinner
• Bathed children
• Changed Fuzz/cheerleaded/nagged/bribed Shnook into changing into pajamas
• Listened to Shnook read his first book(!!)
• Kissed children goodnight and let Daddy do the rest of bedtime
• Cleaned kitchen
• Back to computer for more writing

It's now 8:45pm. I admit that while I haven't been back to this blog so much of late, I've been writing ferociously. I've been reserving any free second of work time for finishing yet another draft of a script I've been writing for over a year. 

I'm working on my consistency skills with this blog and with life in general. I've finally gotten into a daily writing groove, even if only in 15 minute spurts. That took me almost 4 years. I'm getting back in my exercise groove with a 30 day challenge - I'm on day 23.  Ideally by the end of this year, or at least as soon as I finish this draft, I'll get my routine back for writing here at least once a week. 

If every day was like today, I'd say all his will happen without a hitch. But tomorrow? Probably back to cleaning dog shit out from between my frozen toes, or at the very least, toddler shit out of...something.

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Comments

[Laura r.]

You crack me up! I love this post. So glad both my littles are at least potty trained, the rest.. Par for the course. Xoxo

[Danielle]

Congratulations! I am knee deep in toddler shit right now, so I totally feel you. Abby had a freaking tantrum in the middle of the night last night because I wouldn't let her watch Clifford when she woke up! WTH!!!!!

Glad you had a good day. I guess I did too, just finished watching Magic Mike to end it. :)

[Naomi O Aytur]

Thanks Laura and Danielle.
Danielle- I need to investigate this Magic Mike film you speak of...for research purposes of course.

[Naomi O Aytur]

OH and Danielle, is it me, or is your 2nd toddler more nightmare-ish than your first? Maybe I just don't remember Shnook's toddlerdom as well because I was dealing with infant Fuzz.

[Danielle]

I definitely think my second is more nightmarish than my first, for a few reasons. Maddy was totally addicted to her binky, so she slept through the night every night starting at 9 months, and threw way fewer tantrums...she was calmer and more compliant. Secondly, when she was difficult, there was only one of her, and two parents to deal with it. I tend to deal with Abby more, and my husband gets the "easier" kid most of the time.