The problem was that I had to go to the bathroom. In fact, sitting there became more and more uncomfortable until I just wanted to scream. Eventually it was going to reach a point where I would have to choose: leave before they're asleep and start all over, or pee right there on the floor.
No one ever told me that I would not be able to go to the bathroom whenever I wanted to, heck whenever I needed to, when I became a mom.
Before I had kids I never wore sandals unless my toenails were polished. And not just polished, but freshly polished, with my cuticles pushed down, and my heels nicely pumiced. With each child, this rule has become more of an idea than a reality. Well, really more of a dream. Do you know how many fingernails and toenails I am responsible for these days. 80. That's right. 80. It's when I notice a large accumulation of dirt under the boys' nails or Lilly scratches her face that I remember, "oh, yeah, fingernails...." And then I look at my toes. "Oh yeah, toenails....."
Yesterday I was standing in line at PinkBerry when I realized my skirt was on inside out. Yes, really. A couple of weeks ago I went to the dentist with my shirt on inside out. It isn't that I've completely lost my mind (only partly, not completely) it's just that whenever we're going out the door it's always such a rush that I don't take time to check the mirror. I just go.
That is really what life seems to be like a lot of the time. Just go. Just do. Just eat. Just sleep. Just Hurry Up. No one ever told me that it is really not the best way for me to enjoy my kids. Sometimes I just want to sit still and be.
Now can someone please tell me how to do that?