Quiet Time for Mom

I'm getting the hang of this mother-of-two thing, if slowly. On Wednesday it took me no less than 2 hours to get the kids and me dressed and out the door for a party. As we left I looked over my shoulder -- it looked like a tornado struck: clothes and books and milk bottles and baby detritus everywhere. The house is no better today. I spend Fridays taking care of the kids sans nanny. We managed to make it out of the house without much fuss this morning. Charlotte was suitably bundled in a bunting and harry had on two layers, as did I. He hopped on his trike and off we went to the park. I was so proud. Until Harry rightfully started saying "hands, hands, hands" which were indeed turning bright red from the cold. The water on the slide, had, yes, turned to ice. So back home we went to read books and play until our Friday play group. I have discovered that this is the time I live for on Friday...when we come home from the group and the kids go down for a nap. I have two hours to consider my wonderful life. It's quiet. I can type without toddler hands invading. But what I really want is a nap, but that's just totally out of the question when there's this much to do, a house that's THIS filthy and two super-young kids to mind. Speaking of which...Charlotte is stirring. So off I go to change a diaper.