I finish changing the little guy’s diaper and put him down. My heart melts as I watch him run, hips in full twist, towards his sister.
“He’s knocking over my TOWER!!!” slices through the momentary silence and I sigh, hoping the moment passes so I can clean up this last ‘duty’, but then I hear the youngest crying. I’ll pee after I sort this out.
Shuffling through toys to find a bribe for the youngest to leave his sister’s blocks alone, takes longer than I thought, so I multi-task and share a few words of wisdom with the oldest. I barely have time to remember that my next move was to go to the bathroom, “Mommy, can I have a drink of water?” This will only take two seconds.
A glass of water, for one, turns into a second for the other.
Then a snack, for both.
The hunt for a tissue for a runny nose.
A phone call
Some much needed cuddles
The drama of a missing cup, followed by more cuddles
A text I should answer while I have a spare second…
Shoot! I was going to do something! What was it…?