It’s a running joke that moms never get to sit down for a full meal, nor do we get to eat our food while it’s hot. Tonight at dinner, I decided to count how many times I got up.
First, I placed Mister Man’s and Little Miss’s dinner plates on the table, along with forks, napkins, and cups of milk. That should be all we need, right?
Nope, two minutes in, Mister Man finished his milk and wants more. (1)
The Little Miss decided she had to go potty. (2)
She decided she wanted no help, so I sat back down. The she couldn’t get her pants off, so in I went to help her. (3)
Mister Man finished course one of his dinner and decided he wanted some banana mousse (plain yogurt, a banana, vanilla and a tiny bit of sugar blended together and chilled). That, of course, was in the refrigerator. (4)
Oops, forgot to get him a spoon for his mousse. (5)
When she finished, she of course needed help getting her pants all the way up. (6)
Next up (aside me me – ha, ha) was Little Miss seeing that Mister Man had banana mousse. Of course, were I thinking, I would have gotten her some mousse at the same time I got some for him. But I did remember her spoon. (7)
Then Little Miss decided she wanted a banana to dip in her banana mousse. (8)
Mister Man finished cup of milk number two and asked for some water. (9)
Little Miss decided she wanted water, too – tell me when you start to sense a theme here. (10)
Mister Man finished his banana mousse and asked for some carrots. (11)
Little Miss dropped part of the banana on the floor. (12)
Mister Man got excited and spilled some of his water, and his napkin wasn’t enough to soak it up. (13)
Little Miss decided a potty break was in order again. This time, I went with her to pull her pants down. (14)
Then Mister Man decided he was still hungry and wanted some watermelon granita (watermelon, blended with a tiny bit of sugar and some lemon juice, frozen and stirred with a fork about every 45 minutes until fully frozen. It makes fluffy ice, a great light summer dessert). And yes, I got a bowl for Little Miss at the same time. And me, too. It’s good stuff! (15)
Meow jumped up on the chair and decided he was going to join the family, so I kindly asked him to get off the chair. That didn’t work, so I got up to dump him off the chair. (16)
My phone went off, so I silenced it. (17)
The wee ones finally finished dinner. Mister Man ran into the bathroom to wash his hands and face, then presented them to me for inspection. He got them clean, but Little Miss still had watermelon granita on her face, so into the bathroom I went in with her to help scrub her face. (18)
Finally, I finished my dinner. Oh, I mean after we went upstairs, went potty one last time, brushed our teeth, put on our pjs, read a Bob book, and got into bed after hugs and kisses. But really, I did get to finish it. And it was so quiet when I did, too.
I feel like the owl from the Tootsie Pop commercial!
Of note… no, my husband wasn’t home at the time. Had he been, maybe I would have only had to get up 17 times. And that’s because the cat wouldn’t have jumped up in the chair had my husband been home and sitting in it.
Now the big question: How do I still not figure out that when one child gets something new, the next child is immediately going to want the same thing? It isn’t like I’m a new mom or this is a new phenomenon. And I can’t blame it on baby brain anymore, I don’t think.
Maybe it’s just my subconscious way of ensuring I get more exercise on a daily basis. No, wait. It’s a conscious way to get more exercise and ensure I take my time eating my food. Yeah… that’s it. I do it on purpose.