The biggest adjustment to having a kid in school all day…is that I now only have two kids at home during the day.
Strangely enough I didn’t give this reality much consideration before school started. It dawned on me as I drove away from school on that first day, three weeks ago. As I steered the car-van back to our domicile, I kept thinking ‘I’m only going to have two kids at home!’ As though I’d been granted admission to a new club when I left that school building.
The club of portability?
With two kids…….I could run errands. I could go for a walk. I could go to a playground. I could exercise. I could clean the house. [I say ‘could’ because these things are most likely to happen when I’ve gotten a decent amount of sleep. So I fully expect that I will realize all of my could’s and should’s in the year 2011.]
But the possibilities seemed endless. Two kids?! It felt so…easy. So carefree. Which, of course it’s not. But, frankly, having more kids than hands has left me feeling overwhelmed and stressed out much of the time, and the thought of only having to pay attention to two people’s needs for six consecutive hours was slightly….thrilling.
The professor inferred as much when we went to the mall a few days ago. We were en route to the Lego store to purchase something for the Hen. As we – a temporary family of four – made our way to the mecca of tiny overpriced pieces, he said: ‘I remember when we had two kids and we thought it was so hard….now it’s a piece of cake.’
True, it felt almost like a date: one adult per child? Mais oui.
After purchasing some pirates, we shopped for shoes. Because we had a little bit of time and we only had two kids. The shoes were, ironically, for our oldest whose feet had grown two sizes in as many months. The funny thing about being out in public with only ‘part’ of my family, is that I feel obligated to tell people that I have more children than they see in front of them.
I took Percy and the Hen to the health clinic this week, for the baby’s next round of shots. The nurse commented on the muscle mass in the little guy’s arms (before shooting them full of who knows what) and said ‘it’s because he has an older brother.’
‘He has two older brothers,’ I clarified, a little defensively, perhaps.
I picked up some bread at the grocery store this morning and, at the checkout, the cashier was talking to the boys. ‘I have three boys,’ I nearly blurted out. But I didn’t.
Maybe I’ll make some sort of awesome ‘I have three boys!’ button instead.