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June 5, 2016

Saturday Night, Seven Years Ago

Last night was graduation at Hubby’s high school.  He left shortly before supper, his faculty gown in hand.  The girls ooh’ed and ahh’ed over it, gave him a kiss, and we set about our evening.

We’d had a big lunch, and – since it was just the three of us – I decided to do a scaled-down supper.  The girls were tickled over a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and we enjoyed a cookie that B and I made earlier in the day.

After supper we read some books, and A helped me with a few chores.  B got in on the chore action just before bedtime.  The girls donned their pajamas and I brushed their teeth.  As a reward for their help, I read them a full chapter in our latest Little House on the Prairie series. 

The girls hopped into bed and I kissed them goodnight.  We did a couple of rounds of extra hugs, I told them I’d see them in the morning, and I headed downstairs to do a few more chores and then settle down to watch some TV and edit some pictures.

It hit me at some point what this same night was like SEVEN YEARS ago.

Hubby’s graduation was the first night that he wasn’t there to help me get the girls in bed.  I was perfectly comfortable managing the daytime routine, but by the end of the day, I was so incredibly ready for a second set of hands. 

I don’t remember the particulars, but I do remember feeling like an absolute hero for getting the girls to bed by myself.  I remember plopping down in front of the TV and indulging in an ice cream bar.  HA!

To the age-old question, “Does it get easier?” I generally don’t reply in a straightforward manner.  My answer is usually along the lines of, “It’s still hard, just in a different way.”

But this bedtime comparison reminds me, THIS is one thing that’s definitely gotten easier with time!


Marcia (123 blog) said...

Too true - I LOVE these years. The ease of most things (when they're listening!) is amazing!

Johanna at The Baker Twins said...

Yes!!! I was just telling someone that at least until the teenaged angst years, twins are super-duper easy now (at least mine are). They are fairly independent, but still need snuggles and encouragement from their mommy. They keep one another entertained and love the same things, so there is less need for intervention during playtime. They can get their own snack, clean their own messes, and let me sleep in until they are starving in the mornings. They read to ME at bedtime sometimes. BEST AGE EVER.

cat said...

So very true Mandy! It does get so much easier.

Mrs FF said...

Awwww what a pleasant reminder that mom is a trouper