When the girls were about 16 months old, I wrote a post entitled, “The Cloak of Oblivion”.
I did my best to engage the girls…reading countless books every day, playing to their hearts’ desires, and narrating every last detail seemingly incessantly. Occasionally, though, I just needed a break…a chance to sit quietly and rest my brain and my vocal chords, or perhaps indulge in a caffeinated confection.
I tried not to do it too often, but – when the circumstances dictated – I would load the girls in the car and make a loop through the Starbucks drive-thru. I rationalized that the girls were enjoying the sights along the way, and listening to kiddie music during the 15-minute round-trip. If I didn’t want to leave the house, I could at least escape across the baby gate, to the comfort of the kitchen, and enjoy a mini Kit Kat.
The girls were blissfully oblivious to Mommy needing a break…and that little break really did this mommy good!
As I may have mentioned (tears dripping on my keyboard as I typed), Baby A has decided she’s too old to nap. All in all, we’re doing OK. B still naps for about an hour and a half, and A plays [mostly] quietly for an hour-ish, and then she and I enjoy a little bit of one-on-one time.
This is well and good, and I know it’s part of the natural evolution as the girls grow older…EXCEPT…it means that I have ZERO time BY MYSELF during the course of the day.
Additionally, the girls are anything but blissfully oblivious. They are the most curious of kitty cats. I am ultimately very thankful they are so inquisitive…but boy, does it leave me missing my cloak at times.
There’s zero chance I can sneak into the kitchen for a bite of chocolate. (Now I understand those “jokes” about moms hiding in the closet to eat a candy bar!)
The girls are not usually game for a nice little ride into town, for the sole purpose of Mommy getting a coffee.
Heck, from sunup to sundown, I don’t even go to the bathroom by myself.
Oh, what I wouldn’t sometimes give for a new cloak…but I guess it would have to one of invisibility, and I’m thinking that’s not very likely.
To the positive, I guess I’ll be thankful that my diet is perhaps a little better these days, my indulgences so limited. That's ultimately a good thing, especially with the holiday candy season upon us (defined [by me] as the time between Halloween and Easter, when all the good candy is available).