I totally know how he feels
The Mister is out of town. He's in Utah on non-Mormon related business. Books and stuff. This means that I am alone with the twins for five days. I won't lie. It's been hard. Like, soggy-rice-chex-hardening-on-the-kitchen-table hard. Like, no-time-to-shower hard. It's even been grab-your-kid's-arm-just-a-little-too-hard hard. I know, I'm a wimp. All hail to the single parents of the world. Truly. I've never been more appreciate of the Mister's contributions around here than I am right now. I miss him.
Here's a scene from our little experiment:
This happened last night after the burrito battle, and the bath battle, and the one-more-story battle, and the light-on-a-little-more battle. The kids are in bed. The door is closed. I can finally do something fun, like clean up the huge mound of dishes.
And then I hear it, the potty pleading.
So I get them up, and walk them in to the bathroom, and take off the complicated footsie p.j.s, and undo the nighttime diapers.
OLIVER (sitting on the potty and looking thoughtful): Mommy, are you happy?
ME (astonished and sort of not that happy): Yes, honey. I am happy.
OLIVER: But, are we driving you up the wall?
ME: Not anymore. But you were earlier.
OLIVER (gazing philosophically into the middle distance): Yeah.
A thing I like
This thought from George Bernard Shaw:
"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; being a force of nature in stead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy."
Kind of harsh, I know. But a good one to keep in mind.