Yesterday we had a class coffee for The Goon Squad’s preschool class.
I know it sounds silly, and I had no idea what to expect but it was really nice to sit around and talk about our kids with their teacher and the other parents in the class.
One of the things the teacher asked us was to go around the room and tell everyone the thing we liked best about having a two year old (or in my case two of them) and also what we found the most frustrating.
I said that the thing I liked best was that they were learning new things every day and that they were continually cracking me up. Then I said the thing that frustrated me the most was the constancy and the repeating. Ian says everything 37 times in a row. It drives me batty.
However, I would like to change my answer.
Today we had one thing to get accomplished (well, one thing besides three meals, and laundry, and bathing, and reading, and dishes and general cleaning). We needed to go to the grocery store. That was it. We discussed it yesterday and the kids were completely on board. They even agreed on which grocery store we would be visiting.
The plan was to go to the store early in the day. We were going to leave right after rush hour (or rush hours if you live here). So eight thirty rolls around and I decided that we should start getting ready. Hell, it takes us at least 15 minutes to get from the living room into the car most days, and we’re just talking about the garage that is physically attached to the house.
Well, this morning Claudia wanted nothing to do with getting dressed. She didn’t want to wear anything out of her closet. I think she associates the clothes in her closet with going to school. She was insisting on wearing something out of the drawer. The problem here is that it is about 50 degrees outside and I keep her shorts and tank tops in the drawer. Still, she rejected every outsit I chose.
In the meantime, Ian pooped.
Then someone was hungry.
Then someone was thirsty.
Then there was another temper tantrum.
Then Claudia needed a new diaper.
Then it was 11:00 and they were hungry for lunch, because the lunatics woke up this morning at 5:45 am.
I get Claudia fed. Get through another temper tantrum. Force clothes on her and find her brother sound asleep on the living room floor.
This is the most frustrating part of having a two year old. Or two year olds. I cannot get anything done that involves leaving the house. Okay, I can’t get anything done that involves staying home.
Now Claudia, too is sleeping on the living room floor about four feet away from her brother.
Oh well, at least I can do some laundry. I would post a picture of the kids sleeping but on Wednesday morning my camera was mysteriously broken.
Hmmm. I might need to change my answer again.