So Monday was my first day alone at home with both Henry and Freddy, and let me tell you, it was quite the roller coaster. More than once I felt like this:
The day started well enough. Henry watched a bit of Elmo’s world on the iPad while I nursed Freddy. I then had all these wonderful plans. I had visions of all these cute crafts I had seen on Pinterest, or thought about baking with Henry while Freddy slept quietly, or even going to Chapters for storytime. Henry had other plans. He decided on Monday that he wasn’t wearing a diaper anymore. He wanted to wear underwear “like Gabriel” (a boy in his class at daycare). This basically meant we were spending the morning with me nervously hovering around him asking every two seconds “do you have to potty?” Eventually I got tired of playing this dangerous game of Russian roulette and put Henry on the toilet and let him watch Elmo’s world from there while Freddy took a cat nap. We spent a good 30 minutes in that bathroom, with me on the floor, my butt getting numb, watching clip after clip of Elmo with nothing happening. That’s when I started thinking “Who’s really in charge here?” I’m pretty sure Henry thinks he’s the boss of the house.
Anyways, while on the potty, he started complaining about the hair touching his neck. With the heat recently, he got a bit of a heat rash where his hair touches his neck so I decided, well fine, I’ll just cut a bit of hair at the base of his head to make him feel better. Well after trimming the back, the sides looked a little wonky so I started trimming that, then he kind of freaked out and that was the end of my impromptu haircut. He had this weird bowl shape haircut and I couldn’t leave it just like that and my hairdresser isn’t open on Mondays, so I started calling barber shops until I found one at Hazeldean mall that would let me just walk in.
The hairdresser was actually very nice and patient. Henry, not so much. He started crying pretty much right away. I had come prepared and gave him a piece of chocolate hoping that would calm him down. Well he held that piece of chocolate in his fingers, letting it slowly melt and get covered in hair and continued his little meltdown. The hairdresser tried the best she could but I felt terrible. I tipped very generously. The worst part is that after the haircut, Henry popped that hair covered chocolate in his mouth and swallowed it whole… and I didn’t have the energy to stop him.
We then came home for lunch and Henry refused to eat the meal I made for him. I even made something I hate, fish sticks, since I know he loves them at daycare. Well apparently they weren’t the right kind of fish sticks since he didn’t touch them. I had also put corn as a side dish since they daycare told me he loves it. Well he had a bite of it then it accidentally touched the mayo I had put on the plate to dip his fish sticks. Well game over there. The whole plate was no longer edible. He spit the corn that was in his mouth on the floor and walked away.
Afterwards, the afternoon went pretty well Henry wise, mostly because he went down for a 3 hour nap fairly easily. I thought to myself “awesome, now if I can get Freddy down, maybe I could nap as well!” well no such luck, I spent a good part of the afternoon with this guy:
Eventually I got Freddy to settle down, after about an hour of quietly swearing at him in a sing song voice. I was sooo looking forward to Chris coming home. When he did, he took Henry on a walk and let him “run off leash” with Ginger on an abandoned road which helped tucker him out for the night. Freddy kept freaking out most of the evening. I’m not sure what was wrong with him that day, maybe he sensed the shift in focus since he’s used to getting my full attention during the week day and he spent most of the day bouncy chair bound.
After Monday, I have a new found respect for daycare providers and stay at home moms. I’m hoping it gets easier, we’ll see on Friday. My dad’s coming over Friday morning so that should help relieve a bit of the 2 against 1 pressure.