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| This looks cold but DM Mel claims it was a ton of fun |
I’m not the most organized mother out there. I don’t know what I’m making for dinner yet tonight and the fridge is getting bare, I have bins in my bedroom of clean, folded laundry from three days ago that’s not yet put away and I have yet to book a hair appointment for myself as a cut and color are so direly needed that my strategic comb over to hide the gray in my hair is no longer successful.
Some days I do get organized and things can run so smoothly- like when I have healthy and tasty snacks for mamas and toddlers laid out on my favourite party tray before guests arrive. Or that one time I had an extra pair of socks on that my toddler needed to borrow (long story). Or when I actually wash, fold AND put away the laundry.
But Friday was not one of the days. I was expecting the day to be a disaster. I’d been up for hours and had fed the boys but hadn’t had breakfast yet myself. A friend was dropping in whom I hadn’t seen in months and my only meal plan for the day was to remove the blue box of ‘emergency pasta’ from the cupboard and sigh deeply while feeding us all suspiciously and shockingly orange macaroni.
But my friend showed up and the sun was shining and we loaded the boys up in the stroller and went out for lunch. And it wasn’t a disaster! Well, maybe for the server (who was lovely and patient) but not for us. One glass of water spilled, a few noodles on the floor, a sleeping infant in one arm, eating one-handedly, a toddler dipping a salad roll into a dish of peanut sauce WITHOUT spilling it. And some adult conversation peppered with a lot of “Mommy? Mommy?”s. My friend not only picked up the tab (Thanks, J!) but also helped dress the boys in their winter gear and roll us out onto the sidewalk well fed and content.
Will asked to go to the park so to the park we went. It was strange that on such a beautiful day no other children were playing there but it was fun having the park to ourselves. Markus and I watched Will run and play and slide and laugh. We left only because we started to get a little cold.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned being a parent, no day ever goes as you imagine it. That can be a good thing.
Some days I do get organized and things can run so smoothly- like when I have healthy and tasty snacks for mamas and toddlers laid out on my favourite party tray before guests arrive. Or that one time I had an extra pair of socks on that my toddler needed to borrow (long story). Or when I actually wash, fold AND put away the laundry.
But Friday was not one of the days. I was expecting the day to be a disaster. I’d been up for hours and had fed the boys but hadn’t had breakfast yet myself. A friend was dropping in whom I hadn’t seen in months and my only meal plan for the day was to remove the blue box of ‘emergency pasta’ from the cupboard and sigh deeply while feeding us all suspiciously and shockingly orange macaroni.
But my friend showed up and the sun was shining and we loaded the boys up in the stroller and went out for lunch. And it wasn’t a disaster! Well, maybe for the server (who was lovely and patient) but not for us. One glass of water spilled, a few noodles on the floor, a sleeping infant in one arm, eating one-handedly, a toddler dipping a salad roll into a dish of peanut sauce WITHOUT spilling it. And some adult conversation peppered with a lot of “Mommy? Mommy?”s. My friend not only picked up the tab (Thanks, J!) but also helped dress the boys in their winter gear and roll us out onto the sidewalk well fed and content.
Will asked to go to the park so to the park we went. It was strange that on such a beautiful day no other children were playing there but it was fun having the park to ourselves. Markus and I watched Will run and play and slide and laugh. We left only because we started to get a little cold.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned being a parent, no day ever goes as you imagine it. That can be a good thing.
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