It’s gone… Violet has completely given up her nap. Quiet time has failed. Her room is right next to Graham’s. It is physically impossible for a 3-year-old (at least this one) to play quietly alone for any longer than 5 minutes. (What can I do aside from duct taping her mouth or tying her to a tree in the front yard?) And so she wakes him up. And so he screams angrily for the rest of the afternoon. And so she punches him. And so I flip out, scream and stick my head in the freezer. Whee!
So. From about 6:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m., I’m Mommy. No meal break. No coffee break. No listening to the radio in the car during the commute. No checking email or twitter or blogging. Exhausting isn’t a strong enough word.
I have an hour at night after all the chores are done. But by then I can’t string together a coherent sentence. Yeah. No time to post.
(By the way, Violet just fell asleep on the living room floor (clearly still needs a nap), which is why I am able to dash this out.)