|all star driver; all star pacifier holder+genius sun-blocking contraption|
|this did not last long|
Coming back home after having plentiful help from family is like getting kicked in the gut when you aren't expecting it. But in this case I was expecting it and knew it was going to be awful.
- No more sleeping in while Mike's mom enjoys the still-dark-out early morning hours with the girls, no more no-grocery-shopping-because other people-are-cooking-for-you,
- no more sitting-and-nursing-while-uncles-help-the-toddlers-expend-all-their-pent-up-energy,
- no more days full of other same-aged-people around to talk to and
- no more grandmothers offering to change the baby's and toddler's nasty diapers-- they are both saintly ladies.
It's all done and real life resumes complete with a massive grocery trip in the freeeeeeezing cold with all 4 of us, because I am a maker a really good decisions.
|Front to back: Lucy's head in carrier, Naomi on bench, Bernadette in cart|
It really was not so bad and I was counting my blessings when I saw a mom in front of me in the milk isle try to keep her writhing, tantruming toddler from tearing down all the items from all the shelves- could have and should have been me but oh-so-luckily wasn't.
That's when I offered the girls an extra-special treat for how good they were being.
Note-to-self: "push pops" are quite possibly the worst thing to give to toddlers in the car. Or ever.
You might as well just hand them a squeeze bottle of sticky syrup to drink and spill all over themselves.
If I made resolutions, #1 would be to get off my behind and go unpack. But I don't.
Happy new year!!