Things are a little hectic around here these days what with Matilda being a BONAFIDE TODDLER. She's walking all over the place and climbing the stairs and getting into things.
The toilet paper, trash, onion bin, her cold medicine (Wait, it's not that bad. She was BESIDE HERSELF so I let her walk around with her Triaminic and the top must not have been on right because she turned the bottle over and just like that we had a sticky floor and sticky baby and sticky socks and yes, that's terrible and no, I won't let her play with her meds anymore and...oh wait. It IS that bad), the contents of the baking drawer and the tupperware drawer and the kleenex box and the candied ginger and, you know what? Mostly, whatever she wants. Because otherwise the screaming and flailing and going stiff all over and the moaning like a dying goat gets to me and I want to drink and I shouldn't do that. Not at 10am.
So! Matilda is a toddler. Is, in fact, acting a full year older than her age. She's got a cold (NOW THERE'S A SHOCKER) and had shots on Tuesday (so did I). I take Wednesdays off to be with her and yesterday was an 11 on the CLINGY SCALE. A 12 on the moaning like a dying goat scale. Poor her, don't get me wrong. But YEESH that's exhausting. WHERE'S MY COCKTAIL.
Today, Thursday, I'm at work. Sometimes just getting to the office is like running a marathon. Today I feel like I left my arm back at the starting line. Niclas has a contract job out of the house which means we're both rushing in the morning now and it means that today, I had to drop Matilda at daycare alone. This was only the second time I've dropped her off and the first time I'd done it alone. I keep thinking I've forgotten something. My pants? No, got those. My lunch? No. My baby? YES. Yes, my baby. I feel like I left her by the side of the road and drove off without her.
I'll take the moaning goat and the clingy anyday. I'd also take a little more breathing room and an extra laptop, if you've got it.
