Lunch with Miss Carrie
I know it should be Mrs. Carrie, but really Aunt Carrie, since that’s kind of what she is to Carson and Betsy. What a blessing to have such a wonderful friend who is willing to have lunch with a ridiculous 2 1/2 year old and a messy baby! We were definitely the out of place group at lunch today. The table next to us did have a baby, but he was probably 4 or 5 months old and an angel the entire time. My child? Not so much of an angel. But sweet Aunt Carrie helped out tons by keeping him in line and off the floor. I would not attempt lunches out without her! Today was a much needed dose of adult friend time.
The pergola workers came out again today (didn’t show at all yesterday) and framed the top of the structure. I’m hopeful that they will be able to finish tomorrow.
Carson was a mess tonight, and I didn’t help matters by falling apart myself. He doesn’t throw proper tantrums very often, so when he does he makes it worth his while and I am so unprepared that I act like a toddler myself, a big mean mommy toddler. It was not pretty. He wouldn’t eat any dinner so I tried to feed him a bite of pasta. He swatted my hand away and screamed at me. So the sweet boy got a time out. After 2 minutes I talked to him about what he’d done and why he’d earned a time out. I asked him why he got time out and he says, “I hit Betsy in the head.” which he had done earlier, but not this time. And this just frustrated me further. What’s the point of time out if they don’t know why they’re there? So I explained to him again why he had time out and then he asked for something, cookies I think, I said no and he screamed like crazy. I tried to just leave him there on the kitchen floor to deal with his problems himself, but it was making Betsy cry. So what did this super mom do? I put him in his room and shut the door. Yep. I did that.
I finished feeding Betsy her dinner and went up to get him. He’d finally calmed down and while he wasn’t easy for the remainder of the night, he wasn’t crying at the drop of a hat. I was pooped by the time I got them both in bed and then I ate cold pasta for dinner. THIS is why a lot of mom’s don’t get back to pre pregnancy size. We no longer have time to exercise and we don’t have the energy to cook something healthy. We eat our kids leftovers, and often I will then eat another dinner. That can’t be good.
Ben is on his first trip for work. The first of many, I’m afraid. He’s usually gone from 7 to 7 on a typical work day, so really I only end up with an hour or so of time by myself that I usually have Ben. It’s hard to be alone when you’re so used to having someone else around, though. And when that someone is someone who you really like having around it’s really hard. I had no reason to cook. I felt kind of lost about what to do with myself because we have a routine in the evenings and it’s all messed up when I’m alone. I guess I have become a little dependent. As I type this I have Ben’s pillows lined up next to me so that it at least feels a little like someone else is in bed. Is that strange?
