Having spent the past seven out of, well, seven days working overtime during this very busy, peak time for the resort town of Whistler, I sure have missed the boys! Hubby included, of course. So when I get home at 5pm, I feel the urgency to get on the floor, at their eye level and act like a little kid playing toys with them. Which makes doing anything else around the house, like the laundry, or watering the garden, or cleaning up the garage seem so inconsequential. Until I realise the boys have run out of clean pajamas, or all the dishes are still in the dishwasher, or the plants are starting to die. Then I rush around like a headless chicken after the boys fall asleep for the night trying to get stuff done before I crash into my bed, only to repeat early the next day.
Mommy? Is That You? I Don’t Recognize You Anymore
Before we moved into our new home, we even contemplated staying in the dinky place we were in, just so we could afford for me not to have to go back to work. But we succumbed to the lure of a bigger house, two-car garage, heck even a dishwasher (I have a dishwasher now! I feel so grown up!), and hence the big mortgage. So off to work I go, ‘cuz we owe, we owe, we owe.
Who Are These Joneses? And Where Did They Put Mommy??
Is this what they mean when they say keeping up with the Joneses? Or is it just moving ahead in life? I don’t know. What I do know is that every time I walk through my new front door, I feel pretty fricken awesome. I think, sheesh, I can paint my hallway fuchsia pink if I wanted to! I think, I’m not paying someone else’s mortgage! I think, hey, I can I can pee in my own backyard! If that was the sort of thing I wanted to do.
Well, At Least We Have Each Other
Then I wonder, are the boys missing me and our one-on-one time? Which makes me more than ever conscious of spending quality time with them. As I wash the dinner dishes, or wipe the kitchen counters, I remember that I should be playing with them right now because we only have one or two more hours before they go to bed tonight! Get out of the kitchen woman, and go play with your babies! They are going to grow before your eyes and soon won’t even want to play with you!
Lately, its actually been great to just give up the cleaning and go play. But where’s all my clean underwear?!?
Immediately both babies wiggled their legs through the holes and with their tippy-toes pointed, they walked along the sandy bottom, thrilled to be able to move so freely. To me, I chuckled watching them, as they reminded me of the ballerina hippos from the Disney movie, Fantasia. Ryan sat back and enjoyed the float, while Logan leaned forward as far as the floatation device allowed and peered over the side into the murky water, an opaque green colour from melting glacier runoff.
