Awhile back I realized that Babybel was turning into, like, a kid. You know, that could actually DO things. And wasn't entertained solely by her own hands and drool. Not that I know anyone like that.
I was going kind of crazy telling you repeatedly to "JUST GO PLAY WITH SOMETHING!" And I'm the kind of mom that dreamed dreams of playing all day with her children, creating and crafting and imagining and getting messy! I've spent hours on the Internet ohhing and awwwing about all the fun things parents do with their kids. Back in Reality Land: I have two small children, a part time job and am generally lacking in discipline and structure.
So, for awhile there we alternated staring at each other and running around having screaming melt downs EXACTLY when I was trying to cook dinner.
Don't get it twisted, girls. I play with you. I spend most of my life sitting on the ground, one child asking me to open something the other climbing me like a jungle gym. And you both also do a good job of entertaining yourselves for a couple (Danjo) to dozens (Babybel) of minutes at a time. And at least two days of the week are fun-filled since I pay people to play with Babybel. And there's always a DVD or two a week thrown in there. If we're being honest. The problem was neither my availability nor my motivation.
It's just that anytime we got to the point in our day that needed inspiration, I was too drained from work and home and kids, you were too cranky from, well, being two and there was a small Danjo shaped tumor hanging off my side, making it hard to think of ANYTHING to do besides pull my eyelashes out. One. At. A. Time.
I had noticed this trend of creating a Summer Bucket List. Which, is super great if your kid is old enough to do super great things like visit museums and ride horses and fly to the moon. But, you're two and can barely walk without falling down. Nevertheless, there's something there, I thought.