Some of you may not want to read this… or may want to shield your eyes. Some of you will think such discussion, like politics, it is all too personal. (Though clearly we have seen just how personal politics no longer is.) Some of you will pour yourselves a nice hot cup of coffee or tea, and others, like my friend Line will bring over a glass of wine… this is one topic she looooves to talk about!
My question is this, for those of you who may have some advice, is when do you find the time to… well… ehem…. you know… do what the Birds and the Bees do? Seriously? This is not a laughing matter. Ok, it is… but still I want to know! More importantly I want to hear from you moms of many children and you moms of children of various ages.
You see Don and I hardly ever see one another at all. He’s off gallivanting on business trips staying at the Hotel del Corronado in warm, sunny San Diego for the week while I stay home is cold, rainy Connecticut schlepping my Trio of Terrible Trouble all over the place… to soccer and Girl Scouts and ice skating and here, there and everywhere. Always, there is someone doesn’t want to be dragged. Always, at least two are whining. Now tell me where would you rather be?!
Don came home at 1:30 on Friday morning. (Flight got in at Hartford at 11:30 then by the time he got his suitcases and drove home it was 1:30.) I did not wait up for him! Not when I wake at 4:30 daily! We were both up early but he had to scamper off to the hospital (after 4 hours of sleep) and I had to hustle the kids off to school.
We texted each other a few times that day. Sometimes this is the only way we can really communicate… cell phones can not be used in the ORs and so we don’t often get to talk on the phone either. On the few occasions we try to have a discussion together we are certain to be interrupted by any one, or all three, of our Terrible Trio of Trouble. It’s maddening and infuriating. We live in a 4500 sq. ft. house and we can’t get away from them…
And so that brings us to our Issue at Hand… the celebration of the Birds and the Bees. With the youngest up before the sun rears her head and my middle child up so late into the night there is no peace and quiet in the house. Alexander crawls into bed at various points in the middle of the night and stays there until he wakes… and wakes me and the day begins. The rule in this house is that all children (older two) must be in their beds by 8:30 pm — the only exception being when we are home from activities too late and there is still homework to be done. On the weekends and holidays we let them stay up until 9:00, sometimes 9:30. Don is out of the house from 6:00 am until 6:00 or 7:00 pm. Then it’s dinnertime (if I am not out schlepping) and then bedtime for the kiddos… and seeing how early my days starts bedtime for me too. Unless it’s not. But then there is still Christopher, my little insomniac to deal with. He often comes wandering in (several times) because he can’t sleep and he’s miserable.
Then come the weekends we think we can get some time alone. We are seriously mistaken. While the kids seem to play well for the moment, as soon as our absence is felt all hell breaks loose… there are screams, fights, tears, or else something really, really, really important… like can they have a juice box, or a cheese stick or can they play with Play Doh or paint. Never fails. We would love to get away for the weekend but have no one to watch them… and they are just a little too young to be home by their selves!
And as I wonder how I will get some time alone with my husband before Alexander hits high school I wonder how the heck the Duggars can make so many kids in a house over-run with them!
On a final note not really related to this post I was perusing my list of readers and visitors… some use Google as their means to get here by plugging in certain words. One visitor from Lillehamher Googled “don’t get caught with your hands in her pants.” I think that visitor was rather disappointed with this blog!