I'd like to believe that. I'd like to feel that my twin almost-two-year-olds aren't in charge of my entire life. But really, they are. And most of the time it's not a bad thing. Mostly, they make me calm and help me laugh. Most of the time, they make me smile and notice and take time to do things that are worth doing. Reading. Talking in the car. Wiping hands. And collecting dandelions. But then, there are other times. Like this morning. When it ain't so grand. When it is very clear that I am in fact getting bossed around by people that can't blow their own noses. It's an impossibility that is very real. Just like the Titanic sinking. Can't happen. Won't happen. And then it does.
To be truthful it started last night, when Travis said it was a good thing we'd gotten Caden's tantrums out of the way before the week started. He doesn't have them all that often but Sunday was just one-big-long-progressively-worse-string-of-tantrum-fun. Apparently, pointing that out only reminded the kids to put a few more amped up tantrums on the agenda for today. See that's the first thing the bosses get to do. Make plans for the rest of us. And first on their list for today was an early wake up call.
While they can't actually make me rise out of bed before I'm good and ready, they certainly do have the power to wake me from my precious slumber and make me stare at the monitor with bleary eyes and building anxiety. Each of them. Because they couldn't possibly both wake up early on the same day.
But I didn't get too upset, since I had planned on taking the kids to the YMCA this morning for my 9:15-10:15 class. I packed our bags the night before. Had clothes laid out. Breakfast was easy and quick. And our early start made me feel pretty good about our chances of arriving before my class started for once. Until I was reminded for the second time today who was really in charge. Yes, I had to waltz into class fifteen minutes late and squeeze into the back corner between stacks of equipment. You just cannot hurry little people that don't wish to be hurried. Perhaps more correctly, the bosses make the plans and the schedule.
BUT, all was not lost! Our early start and my early class would give us plenty of time for a big outside-play session before lunch. It's gorgeous outside, and that, I just knew, would make up for our rough start. Ha-ha! But I was wrong. See the bosses also get to decide when to call a project done. And let's just say I didn't hear anyone singing. No light was visible in my tunnel. And there was no finish line in sight.
While they loved playing outside, Caden just could not avoid falling and hurting his knees. Again. The boy has a thing about falling. Once he does it the first time, you are guaranteed to have at least three additional knee injuries before he heals up. Each time will be met with a new round of tears, clutching of the knees, and him shouting, "Hurt da knees ah-GAIN!" as Addison starts chiming in with the obvious. "Caden is cry-ing... He hurt da knees... Caden's knees ouchie... Just like Emory." Which brings us to the part of the equation involving getting both kids inside (not a simple task on a good day), cleaned up and happy. Before deciding whether to venture out again and hit replay or just call it a day, clean up all the stuff I've lugged outside and make lunch. Oh yes, Caden's thing about falling is just a delight all the way around.
True to form, Caden played for about an hour and then fell. Grinding dirt and mulch into the scrapes he put on his knees yesterday. Then, everyone's snack spilled. Addison fell. And in the end, despite almost and hour and a half of outside time, no one wanted to go in. Like, you're-going-to-have-to-take-me-kicking-and-screaming-ok-fine-then-let-the-kicking-and-screaming-commence. Me? I would have my mommy badge revoked for inappropriate behavior. But the babies? It's just what they get to do. Because they make their own rules. And occasionally choose when and if they'd like to humor mine.
In the end, we got inside for lunch. Some of us sobbing and flailing more than others. But we all got in. And we ate. Some of us screaming more than others and some of us with purple faces. But we ate. And then the bosses finally agreed it was time for a nap. Which is a good thing, because I for one am ready for the morning coffee I didn't get to drink. For a few minutes to collect my thoughts. And for a the chance to get ready for round two. That's what I like to call the second half of the day now. Let's just hope the bosses wake up happy.
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