Monday, 16 June 2008
Two kids, zero sanity
The Trying Not To Lose My Mind Project is ongoing – a daily battle, if you will.
Usually the fight is more on the Berry front than the Kickbaby front. Berry likes to reserve her most spectacular performances for the following occasions: (1) when I'm feeding Kickbaby and therefore anchored to the couch; (2) when I'm frantically rushing to get everyone clean and fed and dressed and out the door on time; and (3) when I'm worn out and trying to get dinner ready at the end of the day, short on patience and coping skills.
It's excellent, really.
I've resorted to grabbing her mid-tantrum, tossing her in the air and calling her "the Pirate Berry", whereupon we say "aaarrrrg" a lot, and she laughs uproariously and declares herself "happy again". And I say: whatever works.
The other thing in the plus column, as my brother points out, is all the love.
I was sitting on the couch with Kickbaby in one arm and Berry cuddled up on the other doing Bob The Builder magnet stories, when she looked up at me and said, "Oh mum-mum, you make-me happy."
It might not save my mind, but it sure made my heart feel better.