At about 1:30 this afternoon, I was drifting off for a nap, thinking how maybe I could be a stay-at-home mum. We’d had a good morning, both kids were now in bed for a nap and here I was, napping myself.
Fast forward one hour. I woke up to Amy crying, which was not unexpected as she’d already slept for two hours. Then I heard banging from Elliot’s bedroom. This was unexpected. When I got up to get Amy from the office, I heard Elliot calling for me. I told him it was time to sleep, but he was chipper as ever. (Note to self: Do NOT tell Elliot that Gramma is coming. Twice now he’s forgone his nap when I’ve told him about her arrival.)
So, both kids up at 2:30. Greg not home until after they are in bed. Gramma is coming, yes, but not until after dinner. Then Elliot and I had a little power struggle over peeing on the toilet. I gave in because you’re not “supposed” to make it a struggle, and two minutes later he proudly informed me that he’d peed on the floor of his room.
Oh well, the afternoon has got slightly better. And I did get a nap in.