An absolute must.
An absolute must that requires planets to align and stars to fall and kitchens to be clean.
It doesn't happen a lot.
I'd like to say that I walk to pick Cohen up from school every day. I'd like to say I weigh 120 pounds. I'd like to say a lot of things. But usually I drive the one minute to pick him up. If I'm feeling particularly feisty, I walk with my BF Tanya and her cute kids with my cute kids (a lot of screaming). Today, since Brett confiscated the mini-van to go to work because I was just too exhausted to drive him, I
Following the "pick up", we head up hill home. Please note, this is all up hill. In snow. With no shoes. Pulling a wagon. Okay, I have shoes.
Lunch for Cohen is almost always PBJ. Am I bad mom? I don't think so. He eats wheat bread, and peanut butter is jam packed (hyuck hyuck) with protein. And the jam...well, I think there's some fruit in there. Kembry I mostly battle to eat anything. Today will be interesting, seeing as how she's been throwing up and other unseemly things these past two days. Did I mention I was exhausted?
All I know is that during this time I'm shoving food into their mouths as fast as I can because I can feel my soft bed calling to me. "Remember me Kelly? From last night? Wasn't it delicious how I cradled you? How soft and welcoming I am? Come to me, Kelly. Coooome to me and I will take you into dream land..."
Eat kids! EAT! EAT! EAT!
Hopefully the next 1 to 3 hours I'm completely blacked out with the occasional nursing session, for which I barely wake up enough to drag her over to me.
I do love co sleeping.
By the time I wake up, if I'm lucky, my darling children are just rolling out of bed with tired smiles on their faces, ready for a cartoon or two to wake them up while I pull myself together enough to trick Brett into thinking I was awake the whole time, preforming my stay-at-home-mom duties with pearls and high-heels.
And then the craziest time of day begins. The time of day that has me counting down to 7:45 pm when I can chuck the kids in the tub, hose 'em off, and throw them back into their
(There's that monkey again. Why is he screaming? Quick, someone give him a stick of butter!)