Yesterday was one of those parenting days where I felt completely “with it”. I was the mom with energy, ready to play and clean and get all kinds of stuff done. I actually woke up on time, warmed up breakfast (Cinnabon, yum), made coffee and played with the kids before 10 AM! (We’re all late risers; I’m not that bad.)
After I got Olivia down for her first nap, Noah helped me clean. He always wants to but I’m a perfectionist so I haven’t really taken the time to show him how to do stuff around the house. He cleans his room (with an argument and lengthy discussion) but that’s about it. I realized that he is five years old now, though, and therefore it’s time for him to start learning these things while he’s still eager and can form good habits. After all, I expect him to do his share of the housework, just like Daddy!
He learned how to fold towels and let me just say, we both deserve medals for that one. I lost my patience once, probably kind of rudely, and owed him an apology. He gave me a hug, because that’s the kind of awesome kid he is. Then we tried again and I did so, so well just telling him he did a good job when he didn’t match the corners of the towels exactly. *twitch* Actually, with each towel he folded, he did a better job, and I was also able to chill out and remember that perfectionism is only one short step away from going insane.
I’m working on it.
About halfway through the towels he started whining, of course. The novelty wore off and he kept saying he was SO tired and SO exhausted, complete with eye rubbing. Good grief. What did I do, though? Miss “with it Mom of yesterday”? I reminded him that if he wanted more time to play with me, I had to have help with housework, so the more he did, the more time we could play. He asked if we could play Ben 10 on the Wii so I said yes, and he finished the towels. (I did play Ben 10 and I kicked the first level boss’s ass, booyah. Look of adoration on a five year old’s face? Priceless.)
Noah also managed to sort all of the laundry for me so we could start a load. He liked that part, because he likes throwing clothes into the washing machine and pouring in the powdered detergent. We had a mini lesson about how the washing machine works, how much water to use and when to add more. Awesome.
It wasn’t a perfect day, though. I organized ALL of the kids’ books…because Olivia threw them on the floor. I walked into their room to find books strewn everywhere, sidewalk chalk in her hands and both kids shrugging their shoulders. Conspirators. We put up ALL of the clean laundry… and ended up with two loads worth that I still have to put up tonight, preferably while catching up on a tv show. I even did all of the dishes before dinner time, so we could cook!
We ordered a pizza. Oops. Still, I count that as “with it”. A cleaner house, kids that had mom time, lessons being learned and family time in the evening is pretty much my perfect day. I’ll let go the random messes and temper tantrums and moments of lost patience because asking for movie perfect days is just setting myself up to fail. I’ve learned a lot in 2013 already.
Today, on the other hand…today was today. Crabby kids (Olivia’s teething and cutting 4 more teeth after 2 popped out last week), literally sick and tired Mom… no one killed each other, we all played together and then they had a wonderful visit with Grandma while Joshua and I ran
away off for two hours. Now both kids are sound asleep and there’s a bottle of Mike’s in the fridge with my name on it. I’m going to go ahead and call today a win too.