Tuesday, May 25, 2010
It is 3:56pm and I finally found the rainy day activity to make my child happy. I cleaned the sink and then let Blake use it as an exploration station.
Let me explain how my morning went. I put Reade down in the guest bedroom (behind a baby gate) to sleep in his Moses basket so I could load the dishwasher. I heard Blake standing at the doorway saying, "baby Reade" over and over. This is typical behavior for Blake, but once I heard silence I figured something was up. I shut off the water and walked over to see he had used his child chair to climb over the baby gate and was standing over Reade with my exercise weight in his hand. I screamed "no" and lept over the gate like a cheetah. Reade already had a weight next to his head and Blake set the other one on the other side of his head. At that moment, I felt like I was the worst mom in the world. That happened so fast and I felt negligent, but isn't a mom supposed to do dishes too? People think I am kidding when I say I am trying to keep everyone alive in my house.
While I was dragging my child into the family room (reading him his Miranda rights) I looked up to see all of the ashes from the fireplace all over the carpet in the family room. The dog bed was tipped over and covered in ashes too. All of my cells in my body just shut down and I couldn't see how I was going to make it through this series of unfortunate events. I told Blake to sit on the bottom step of the stairs and not to move until I had cleaned it up. The tone was not pretty and let's just say his little bottom rushed right over and sat perfectly still for about ten minutes straight. Thank goodness ashes vacuum up nicely.
I took a nap when the boys were both sleeping so I wouldn't kill anyone and feel much better. I let my child stand on the back step and try to catch rain with the dog bowl. Then, I wised up and filled the sink so he could be indoors and not get pneumonia.
P.S. I am still in my pajamas. Sleep deprivation is insane. I just keep repeating, "Keep calm and carry on."