I’m now dubbing July 5th the “Day After the 4th of July”. As far as I am now concerned, the day after Independence Day is ALL ABOUT recovering from the 4th of July. (That and that it’s also my brother’s birthday!)
We went to Jeff’s hometown yesterday (90 minutes away) to celebrate cause they celebrate it with homemade ice cream, a party with neighbors and lots of fireworks. I’ve been going with Jeff since the first year that we were dating. But, now, things have changed. Instead of just hopping in the car and going, we fill the trunk with:
- 2 pack-n-plays
- diapers enough for an army (in 2 sizes and in regular-version and overnight-version)
- baby food and formula
- snacks for the car ride
- blankets for sleeping
- extra outfit “in case something happens”
- baby friendly toys
- baby monitor
We brought a lot of stuff. And we actually used most of it except for the extra outfits.
The good news: The 2-year-old actually took a nap on the way there. (He hasn’t had a morning nap in over a year.)
The bad news: He never napped again and didn’t fall asleep until 11:00 when we finally hit the road to go home.
The worse news: He woke up at 5:00 AM this morning. It took a sippy cup of milk and Jeff sleeping with him to get him to sleep til 6:15 am.
To say the least, he’s had a rough day.
I try to remind myself to “enjoy these moments because they don’t last” and I find myself grateful that they don’t last. I’m grateful that in a few years, I won’t have to worry about:
- Whether his diaper is too full
- Where to dump the dirty, really smell diaper when we’re at Grandma’s house.
- How he’s skipped a nap and wondering when the meltdown will occur.
- Is he being too rough with the mini blinds because he wants to see the ducks?
- What he broke that can’t be replaced.
In a few years, I also won’t have to stop eating steak lunch because he’s “DONE MAMA DONE!” and I can’t trust him un-monitored in the living room. Those are some rough moments. I know. I’m living them.
But in a few years, I won’t…
- Have a little one on my lap curled with his blankie.
- Get to listen to babbling from the backseat as he “talks” himself to sleep.
- Get to hear neighbors say “What beautiful blue eyes your boys have!” or “Wow, they’re so blonde!”
- Get to see the excitement that a little one has when they see “fwireworks” in the sky.
- Help someone cover their head with their blanket so that they can see their glow-in-the-dark bracelet better when it’s darker.
- Have anyone squeal in delight just because I looked at them.
Those are wonderful moments. I know. I’m living them.