I don’t know about your household, but the family togetherness factor is spilling over into excess and Miss C does not go back to kindergarten until NEXT TUESDAY. Miss A’s daycare was open today and I dropped her off at 8:15 a.m. and headed to work for a few hours with Miss C.
I ran into a daycare mom the other afternoon at our local playground while out with the girls in an effort to get their ya yas out so that they might go to bed by 8:30. The other mom has three children and the youngest is a super yummy chunky four-month old boy. She was clearly having trouble keeping her toddler from escaping the confines of the large fenced-in playground area and simultaneously holding the baby (her 5-year-old was off with a buddy on the playground) so I offered to hold him. Ahhhh sweet new babies. It was all I could do to stop sniffing his perfect little bald head.
The mom and I were sharing the joy
bitching about how the holiday break for the kids was starting to feel like a neverending journey and I asked if she’d gone back to work yet after having her newest baby. In true mommy confessional fashion she admitted, “Oh heck yeah. I’d kill myself if I was home all the time!”
Yesterday the hubby and I were both off work and we treated the girls to lunch at McDonalds and a drive in the country, followed by a trip to the mall play area with me. Then Miss C had a High School Musical karaoke extravaganza afternoon playdate with a 7-year-old buddy who scored a Wii from Santa.
I have to admit we’re all running a little ragged from lack of routine. Not to mention the holiday decorations are still not putting themselves away, despite my fervent prayers for telekenetic mommy super powers.
Vive la educational TV a la Sponge Bob, Moon Sand commercials, and Barbie Island Princess movie marathons! And I now know why stay-at-home moms need Mother’s Day Out programs and regularly scheduled playdates.