How cool is sausage shaped poo

You need to have patience..lots and lots of mind numbing patience. You need it when when you have a brilliant film just waiting to be seen, that you have been waiting to see all week, and it is already inserted in your DVD layer, waiting to be played, to be accompanied by a glass of white that has been chilled all day and now has been poured into your favorite crystal wine glass, just waiting to be sipped, and right about now, your 9 month old refuses to sleep. No sleep...wide awake, alert eyed, cute as a bug, wanting to play. You nurse, you rock, you sing lullabies, you curse under your breatht, you hush, you shush, you try to sleep train, you shed a few tears, you scream out loud inside your head, you sing lullabies again. And finally she sleeps. And you sleep beside her. Exhausted. The film lays in the DVD player. The wine just sits.


You need to understand things will not always go as you plan....when you are just laying on your couch on a Sunday afternoon, something you very rarely do, but is what you really, ideally plan to do on a Sunday afternoon, and since today the baby is miracolously napping, you are just laying on the couch, reading this book that is absolutely brilliant and right then when you are at the most exciting part , your 5 year old yells from the washroom that he is done pooing and that he needs to be cleaned up , which you rush to do, to get it over with, so you can come back to your book, and then he insists you look at the poo because it is shaped like a big sausage and how cool is that and you have to analyze the poo with him, the big one and the little ones around it that he thinks look like meatballs and how cool is that and you stand there looking at the poo and talking about the poo and when you are done having that inane converstion about the poo and the 5 year old is cleaned up and you run back to the couch to the book, your 9 month old wakes up. With a poo in her diaper. Not the big sausage and meatball kind, but a messier, smellier , yellower kind.


You need to do what you need to do....... when both the kids fall asleep at a decent hour on a Friday night and you decide to pop open a bottle of wine which soon becomes two and after the third you decide to live it up and do a late night and watch a movie and when you finally pass out at 2 , only to be woken up at 6:30 in the morning by two very energised, very awake kids and you are now completely hung over, and in that state you have to get the two dressed to go to a birthday party , with your head throbbing and your stomach feeling funny, and you are now surrounded by about twelve other high on candy and choclate cake 5 year olds and about 4 of their younger 9 month old siblings, and you have to have conversations with other moms about kid stuff.

You need to be calm....when you are going on a road trip and you are a roadtripper and absolutely love road trips , only now you don't get to drive, which you love doing on road trips because you are sitting at the back, squeezed between two carseats, one with a 5 year old who asks at precise 2 minute intervals if we are there yet and the the other with a 9 month old who dislikes her car seat and is expressing her dislike at the very top of her lungs. And silently in your head, you are screaming at the top of your lungs, Are we there yet?

You need to give up ....trying to make the house look aesthetically pleasing because that's what you are so good at doing , however , now next to your buddhas, there is always a superhero and a teddy bear and on your intellect displaying bookself is always a Duckie says Quack Quack, If I had a Gorrilla and a teddy bear, and everytime you walk through your living room, you always will step on a squeaky toy that will squeak or trip over a hot wheels car that lies next to a tedy bear and when you reach into the sides of your couch, you will pull out half eaten candyfrom last Sunday, a few diapers, numerous crayons, lost socks, pacifiers... and a teddy bear. There's always a teddy bear!

And you need to constantly remind yourself, that one day they will leave, to live their own lives, in their own spaces, with people they will call their own, and then, when that happens, you will sit on the couch in your aesthetically pleasing living room, on a Friday night , watching a movie, sipping a glass of wine , knowing that you can sleep in the next day and then read all afternoon till it is time to get behind the wheels of your car to head out for a road trip.

And finally, you need to know that while you are cruising along, enjoying the drive, there will be a moment when suddenly you will know, that on some days you do miss analyzing the poo that looked like a sausage and how cool was that, singing lullabies, sitting between two car seats, tripping over teddy bears and attending kids birthday parties.

So maybe what you most need to know is that, this is what it is here and now, and it will be no more some day, so no matter how crazy the day, you enjoy it while it lasts.

Oh..and the teddy bear will somehow find a place somewhere in between your intellect displaying bookshelf, maybe next to the Buddhas....just for old times sake.