Yesterday I was crippled by a headache and general exhaustion. Ok fine I was hung over. Alright? There it is. Being hung over with a small child is like holding a hot cup of tea while riding a roller coaster. Very painful and next to impossible. By the grace of god Coco was in a good mood and stayed in a good mood for most of the day. Note to self: letting your kid watch tv and eat whatever they want all day can make for quite a pleasant experience. After getting up at 6 am and getting daughter 1 and daddy out of the house to school and work, I sunk into the couch with Cokes for what felt like 20 episodes of Giada at Home, one of her favorite programs-not kidding. Once I was able to get up I shuffled to the kitchen to make the greasiest grilled cheese possible, threw back an orange Crush and felt myself coming back to normal. Coco was filthy after this and needed a bath, and frankly so did I. The two of us soaked for about 30 minutes and then fell asleep back on the couch-it was pure heaven. The thing is raising small kids is hard. Trying to do anything else while raising small kids seems impossible. It’s like when I let go of all the stuff I’m “supposed” to be doing and just get on the floor and play a board game or get in the bath in the middle of the day or just sit and watch them play with their toys, life is so much easier. They chill, they smile, they laugh. It’s when you get on the phone or computer or try to talk to an adult in front of them that they get pissy and begin the endless “Moooooooooommy” routine that drives me absolutely mad. The thing is all the toys, video games and movies in the world aren’t ever going to make them as happy as your undivided attention does. The trick is figuring out how to give it to them, and still get the groceries.
