A Day’s Work.
That is the more photogenic part of my day.
The other half is comprised of one infant, sick with a cold.
And one toddler, also snotty-nosed, who composed a song entitled “Daddy loves me more than mommy because he gave me a cheese stick” while being disciplined today (after much, much grace was extended.)
I haven’t yet told him that his soulful performance does not merit a Grammy Award.
Sigh.
Days like these seem to happen right after I congratulate myself on achieving a new level of ease or transition into this stage of life.
*I can take the two boys into a store by myself! Golly! I must be amazing!*
*Don’t look now…but both boys napped at the same time. I’m pretty good at this gig.*
*I can parent AND cook at the same time…this is extraordinary!*
*Look at me! I’m being all teacher-ish and teaching the boys about sprouts and weather. They’ll be so smart!*
Consistently humbled.
