David leaves for Arizona for a week tomorrow. Why am I not going? It's a long story, and not one that I'd like to go into detail about. Does he really need to go? No, but his ticket was already bought and we don't want to have wasted that money, so off he goes for a week. Guess where that leaves me? Alone, with three kids, in Wisconsin. Here's why I am not excited about this.
Grayson does not enjoy my putting him down to make dinner. I think hate is an appropriate word for this. It angers him, which leads to crying. I can't pick him up because either oil is popping or I'm washing dishes trying to contain mess that I have to clean up after I finish making dinner. This leads to Claire freaking out because I won't let her touch the knives when she's trying to "help" me do the dishes. I don't mind her splashing in the bubbles in the sink, but I do mind her trying to slice herself or me up. My taking things out of her hands makes her even more mad, which leads to squealing and crying. Add this to Grayson screaming in his bouncer on the floor, and I have myself and awesome mix of Grayson/Claire Screamfest 99 LIVE in my kitchen. Want to buy a copy? It's $12.95 on CD. Want to catch the live show? It's happens everday around 5:30 when I start making dinner. What? You don't want either. Alright.
Another reason I'm not happy about this? Starting Monday, the binky is going bye bye. I'm starting slow. This week Claire will only get the binky at naptime and bedtime. Next week she'll only get the binky at bedtime. The week after that she won't get the binky at all. Why am I planning on doing that this week. Well, I had a pretty good stretch going with not giving it to her. I had it tucked away on a shelf. One day, she spotted it and started whining and was reaching as far as her little toes would stretch her to get it. I stood my ground. David? He felt bad for her and gave in. She's been happily enjoying her binky ever since, thanks to daddy. They say that little girl's usually have daddy wrapped around their little finger. I think Claire has David wrapped around her little fist. He melts when she wants something from him. However, having him here as I start this journey would be a help. I could use him to help me distract her while I nurse Grayson.
So, here I am, with 3 kids alone for the next 7 days. David's flight leaves tomorrow at 3:30. Will I survive? I think I will, but with some gray hairs I'm sure.
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Oh, I FEEL for you!! I think the hardest times for sure when my kids were little was when their Dad went out of town. I was always utterly exhausted. But when he was gone, we pretty much ate mac and cheese or cereal for supper! The binky thing is hard. Maybe put it off for a week for the sake of your sanity?
I totally hear you. Sometimes P.J. has rehearsal or a meeting after work (and after we've BOTH been at work- me just with multiple kiddos)- and I find that the only thing I can do is carry Nora in a sling or forgo a "cooked dinner."
Take it easy on yourself, especially without reinforcements.
Frozen pizza= a friend. ;)
Aww, God love ya Chantal. Seriously, when ( not if )you make it through the week you'll be one of my heroes.... so Supermummy go!
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