‘Staying with someone’
June 13, 2008
We are currently staying with friends. It’s such a weird, weird thing…’staying’ with someone…you are living there…but you are a guest. All of your normal routines are disrupted, all of your comfort zones are obliterated…you must live in that pergatory between ‘home’ and ‘hotel’.
Our current hosts ( who are wonderful for putting up with us, BTW)- are clean people. They are people with no children…imagine it. They get up when they want…they go to bed when they want…they wash each dish after they use it ( YIKES). Our kids are accustomed to one kind of lifestyle….laaaaiiiiiidddd back. We have very few rules, very few boundries…we just LIVE. Our lives have been filled with so many trips to the hospital and doctors office, that I quit caring about dishes and laundry a long, long time ago.
Our kids eat dougnuts for breakfast….in my current working state…I say things like “Ok, you are to choose a dougnut, a chocolate chip muffin or a toaster streudel for breakfast and we are going out the door….grab your Capri Sun!!!!!!!”….our hosts look at me in horror, for you see our hostess is pregnant- and her preshus will eat whole grains and organic fruit. She scoffed at my loaf of white bread the other day….I just smiled that BTDT smile and kept walking…….I CAN NOT wait until she has her baby…CAN NOT WAIT….wash every dish….never put stinky diapers in the bathroom trash can and ignore them for days ( ’cause god knows, the smell quit bothering you years ago….)…..it’s crackin me up.
But you know, I used to have lofty dreams of clean houses and well behaved children. I was super step-mom before I gave birth…these days…I aim to fly right below the radar…make sure the kids are bathed now and then, give them their meds…never sweat the small stuff….and it’s ALL small stuff
Heh. I am SO here with you.
I have a friend who had her first kid 3 years ago. Preshus was to co-sleep, BF on demand for a year before solids, and only ever eat organic. Oh, and EVERYTHING had to be sanitized–like with hand sanitizers–before she touched it. This was supposed to make the kid an excellent sleeper with a discerning palate and a germproof superhuman.
Yep. Kid is a non-sleeper (and Mom lasted less than a year with the co-sleeping before Preshus got her own room). Kid is a picky eater. And….kid is a sickly thing. Not medical issues sick, just germ magnet sick. All. The. Time.
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