It is school night and all the kids are asleep by 8:00. This has put me in the unique position of being able to wholeheartedly commit to doing one of two things: Work, or binge on Netflix.
But our cable and internet is out (I’m using my cell phone as a hotspot). So, hello!
We are back at it at Casa Circus over here after a short respite from parenting duties this weekend.
Andrew and I went to an out-of-town wedding which required us to stay one night away from the kids. Parents everywhere will understand when I say our reaction to such an occurrence is always twofold–unrestrained elation the moment we leave the house, followed by a dull sadness and wistfulness for our kids that is reignited every time we spot someone 5 or under in our vicinity which makes us get all immediately, “Aww, I miss the kids.”
The picture above was snapped in the first moments of our temporary freedom, as we soaked in some sunshine before taking a walk along the beach. This is also known in my world as Nirvana.
It was a pretty awesome time all around. Then we headed back this morning. The whole car ride home I was both out-of-my-skin excited to snuggle the kids, and also secretly utterly terrified to re-enter my role as Personal Assistant/Snack Maker/Butt Wiper.
And yes, the snuggles we got after coming back home were delicious.
But I kid you not: Within two hours, the door knobs and drawer pulls across three rooms were all connected by feet of blue yarn (“spider webs,” as I was told); the older two kids were in the throes of grandmother-induced exhaustion fits; and the kitchen, which was only minutes prior the picture of neatness thanks to our sitter, was in actual ruins.
Then I walked into my bathroom to see this thing stuck on the door handle:
In case you can’t tell (and why would you be able to?), that is a ball of Play Doh stuffed full of buttons–spare buttons I had saved in a tin under my bed, which, clearly, the kids have taken a liking to.
I could have gotten upset, but I laughed.
Motherhood. One day it’s a beach, the next day it’s spider webs and button-stuffed Play Doh. Either way, I’m here for it.