What I DO NOT miss about staying home:
1. The endless washing of sippy cups. Since he's at daycare for 8 - 9 hours a day, I am no longer in charge of how he receives his liquids and whether or not it is in a clean cup, and I am so relieved to only have to handle two cups a day. One in the morning for juice and one at night for milk. It's really quite awesome how little we run the dishwasher now.
my sweet jack o'lantern acting silly
2. Tantrums. Over nothing. Though, I am still privy to these, but not as much. Which is great because he's become a pro at screaming, crying, stomping his feet, and trying to make us believe that he is pitiful. Is there such a thing as terrible 14 months - or do I have no clue what is to come?!
he didn't want the sliding to end...and I must mention that
he insisted on going down the big boy slide all by himself.
This kid has no fear. God help us.
3. Constantly chasing him around, for 9 hours a day by myself, making sure that he is not trying to pull the cast iron fireplace over onto his head, eat dog food (though, honestly, I gave up on this one for awhile), breaking our china, getting into toxic chemicals, stabbing himself with knives from the dishwasher, and making a ginormous mess from everything in the trashcan. It's SOOO nice to only have to do this for 3 hours on week days.
Watching Daddy do yard work
4. Feeling the absolute need to get out of the house just to have something, anything, to do. And usually getting out of the house meant going to a fabric store or Target, so our bank account is glad I have somewhere else to be. My poor sewing machine is going to revolt though if I ever get to turn it back on. I'm sure her feelings are VERY hurt.
Giving the cows What For
5. Trying to figure out what to feed the kid, nevermind keep his nutrition up to par. I'm so glad that we are only responsible for one meal on week days, because the pressure was starting to get to me. I began considering it a success if he ate enough of anything to be considered a meal serving. Icecream included. Hey - it's dairy! Finicky eater....
The Naked Piano Player, while clutching his otter...
6. Having to invent things to do to keep me busy and entertained. Cleaning the house never counted, and I'm talking about stuff besides playing with and managing William. I mean, for me. Not that I minded creating sewing projects but when I would run out of on hand materials or had no specific project that needed to be done, I got antsy and super bored. And when I'm bored, I eat. I don't miss that at all. And hopefully the scale will reward me with happier numbers...
Like Father, Like Son - too too cute
7. Taking William on lunch dates. He's a great errand running buddy, but hates to sit still in a restaurant. I was always completely exhausted after a thirty - forty five minute lunch, even with lots of back-up peeps to help. When it's your kid acting a fool - it's awful - even if no one else minded.
Ok - seriously - I'm having a hard time thinking of anything else to put on the list. I honestly miss being home with my sweet baby boy more than I thought I would. Running errands at night just kinda sucks and on the weekend I just want to have family time and ignore that we are eating cheese quesadillas because there's nothing else in the pantry. But anyway. Back to work tomorrow....