To say that parenthood has been easy lately would be an outright lie. Tackling Danny’s – everything – and Eric’s potty training and being 3 (whoever coined ‘terrible twos’ was a liar) has been a challenge. I think all parents hit those weeks or months where it’s just exhausting as much as it is rewarding, and I’ve been in one of those stretches.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t love my kids, nor does it mean that there haven’t been lots of awesome things going on. I’ve just been…tired. Worn.
Wednesday evening was OT. We’re still working on eating, specifically right now utensil feeding and crunchy snacks. Our poor kid doesn’t eat many of the things they offer for snack at daycare yet, so he ends up coming home super hungry. So it’s graham crackers and goldfish and cookies all around when our OT comes to visit.
So yesterday Eric is buzzing around, and when our OT leaves, I left Danny in his highchair with a scattered of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and goldfish still on his tray and get Eric to the potty before he gets too distracted and has an accident. He rushes up to the bathroom and informs me, “I just have to stand up, Mommy.” I raise an eyebrow as he stands on the floor, barely able to clear the rim, and goes pee pee. We finish up and go downstairs to see Danny polishing off his goldfish by feeding them to himself and munching them down.