Today’s realization: Holy jeez, the work of a stay-at-home-mom is LEGIT. I always knew that in the way anyone can logically conclude something with which they’ve never experienced firsthand. And although I’ve obviously had days here and there when I’ve taken care of Ryan on my own, my mindset is different now. This isn’t a fun little vacation day or a sad little sick day or a Mike-is-away-and-we’re-partying-on-our-own weekend. This is life now.
Anyway, it started beautifully — with a late breakfast with one of my favorite people and her two insanely cute kids.
After we left – which sucked, cuz we had to say goodbye to them – I carried Ryan across the parking lot in a blaze of toddler tantruming glory. And that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day, which included me getting hit over the head with a Hot Wheels car and more than an hour of practicing time outs and “quiet time” in the crib.
The lack of discipline that Ryan received at daycare is becoming very apparent. The situation itself – the move, the lack of toys – obviously isn’t helping. But I can see how the lack of consistency between how things are handled at home and how things were handled at daycare is a problem.
After handling the bath/bedtime routine tonight, Mike said to me, “I don’t know how you did this all day.”
I didn’t tell him I seriously considered busting out the vodka at 3 p.m.