thoughts on my son....

So, I put Eddie back in daycare nearly one month after being at home with me. I think sometimes I suck at being a mom because I had to send him back. But then again, if you don't know me, and you don't know my son, then you don't know that it was almost driving me insane to have him home all day long. All day meaning 14 hours from the time he would wake up. (which is 5 am) until the time he would go to sleep. (which was 7 pm) And if you think that is a sucky schedule, then c'mon over and preach at the chior baby. But don't forget to bring the wine. (and make it red) So, like I was saying.... he was home all day. With me. And his sister. His toddler sister. Whom he was tackling every day just out of shear boredom. I can't even begin to tell you what a difference I see in my son just from being back in daycare. I will never take him out again. Until I am forced to. By my husband. And a bunch of large sweaty dirty men who will box up my belongings and take them away in a large semi. And then we move away to a new country. (yikes) That's another story altogether.

But for the meantime, my son is once again adorable. He was bordering on spawn of the new and improved "black Spidey", you know the one, the evil one?? Well. That was how my son was beginning to act. Very very bad. I never saw the new Spider Man 3 (is it?) or was it 4? I don't know, I just know that there were lots of those movies. But I know Spider Man turned bad. Maybe he was taken out of daycare and forced to sit home with his mom and baby sister while they watched Days of Our Lives at 1pm. And reruns of 90210 that mommy never got to see the first time around. Or worse...stupid reality shows that she can't recall the names of. That would make anyone go nuts. Truly.

So Eddie has turned into a sweet boy once again. But only as sweet as an opinionated 2 year old can be. At least he's not Black Spidey's spawn anymore. Now Eddie is in daycare, and mommy is loving it. I feel like a normal human being again. It's kind of nice. I will be finding work again soon. There is a cut-off day for me to have employment or they will send him home again, and we certainly don't want that. I can only manage in small doses and when my lovely dear husband comes home. It helps when we tag team the kids. He takes one and I take the other. I never knew how tough it was going to be to have two children so close together in age.

Anyway, Eddie is doing good in daycare, he plays, he runs, he rides those cute little motorcylces that you push with your feet. He has fun and I can totally tell that he really likes being there. He talks about the boys and girls at school and he tells me what he does there. I love to see him interacting with the other kids. And I certainly could not duplicate that environment here at home. I just can't swing felt puppet stories, playing with plastics, dance time, play-doh time, nature walk, and bubble time before noon. Oh and take care of a one year old at the same time. Because of course there are potty breaks for the potty training two year old, and diaper changes for the toddler little sister. That's why they have their schedules at daycare. That's why there are 3 teachers per the classroom! So they can manage! Anyway... there is only one of me. One of me that I value very much. One of me that certainly responds better to kids being in daycare. *ah~ freedom*

I can no longer sleep peacefully, I can't remember what it was like to have a hot meal. Too many times, I eat cold food secondary to feeding both of my babes. I have a spotted wardrobe from regurgitated food products many thanks to my puker Eddie and sweet baby girl "Lacka". My home and it's contents are nearly looking like one of those to be found on "Orpah's World's Messiest House Contests." And I feel truly beat up most of the time. I guess this is what my life is to be like now. But do you know what? I wouldn't trade any part of it for any one thing that exists on earth. These two monkey butts are absolutely adorable. Both of them. And I love them to pieces. Even if Eddie is trying to ruin the carpet. (He spilled a container of red craft paint on our carpet a few days ago.) I'll see if I can find a pic.

So, there are some random thoughts for today. Eddie is doing well. And Lacka the little lovely that she is, is thriving. I'll have to tell you a little more about her daycare experiences later...