No Bad Moms Here Part Two

It’s annoying waking up to anything other than birds softly chirping and sunlight beaming through your bedroom window. Three babies make sure I don’t wake up like Cinderella, but go through my day like her; housework and babysitting. The twins are at the best age right now, though. They are on an awesome eat, sleep, and chill schedule that I can only hope lasts another few months before toddlerdom strikes. Getting through the toddler years deserves a reward. I guess the reward is being parent to a nicely developing child. I mean more like an award – or a parade. The honoured parents wear crowns, drawn through a crowd by unicorn and carriage, everyone cheers. Now, that’s an acknowledgement! Which we will never get because basically everyone is parenting and there isn’t enough money or unicorns for all that. In reality, the best thing would be that once in a while your family calls you up and says You deserve a break, a whole day and evening to yourself. We got the kids. I’d be all like Goodbye, kids! Hello Universe, Spa and Shopping! I’ve missed you! I’m still here underneath the baggy clothes, bad coif, broken nails, and body hair. The universe would be all like You haven’t changed a bit. How rude! But I get it. Anyway, I finally caught a break during the week now that my toddler is back to daycare. At first I had it in my mind to never put him in daycare because ever since before he was born I thought the best person to care for my child was me. Care for – yes. Entertain – no. At his age, the best thing for him is to be with other kids. Now I’m at the more zen end of the mommy spectrum. I have more moments of inner peace to be proud of and less incidences of If another cheerio hits the ground, I’m going to go mortal kombat on you! It was bittersweet taking him to daycare though. On the one hand, it’s healthier for everyone, mentally not physically. Physically we all got sick as hell and I’m sure there will be more Kleenex, Salinex, and Tylenol to bulldoze through in the future. The bittersweet part is that I was happy to send him out into the world but also sad to let him out of our bird nest. I wanted to send him off with sound parental advice like Don’t wipe your snots on your sleeve, cover your mouth when you sneeze, keep your diapers on. I also wanted to make sure he has all that good worldly advice like Be kind and compassionate, share with others, snitches get stitches. For now, I’d love if he stopped throwing a crying fit every time we drop him off. I hope we are at least getting somewhere with potty training over there. We are at a highly unhygienic stage where he’s sticking his hand in his diaper. Once he horrified me afterwards by pointing at me with a special brown surprise stuck to his finger. I still try to encourage manners and kindness anyway because even though I don’t know when we will see our efforts shine through, I’m pretty sure we have to start them young. I have to always try very hard, because I’m his mom. It doesn’t matter if I feel like peasant Cinderella or princess Cinderella or the evil stepmother, I’m his mom – to have and to hold, kicking and screaming, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish forever and ever. I got you, babe!