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Thursday, January 14, 2010

That Feeling


Never ignore that feeling. That feeling that even though the house seems peaceful, and you're trying to sort through kids' clothes, that maybe you should go see what your baby is up to. He left the room and slithered down the stairs just a few minutes ago. He'll probably be fine for a couple minutes. ...Right?

Wrong.
Because, even though he has the biggest, most innocent eyes, no amount of eyelash batting on his part will make up for the fact that, when you do rip yourself away from your productivity , you will find him standing with an uncapped, orange marker in his cute, chubby hand. You'll see that he was trying to schedule things in your planner for you with that marker, because you were trying to do that right before you went to rescue him from the nap he didn't take because of the poopy diaper he had, which you then changed. But as you take the marker away your eyes will race down to the leather sofa, which now bears orange stripes. You'll give a little gasp and immediately lick your thumb and start scrubbing, because that's the first thing that comes to mind. But that's nothing in comparison to when you then look over and see that your brand new laptop is now missing some keys, and that some of the remaining ones are orange. It makes you almost not notice the fingerprints all over the screen.

You will almost yell, almost. But you won't. Because it wasn't the little cutie's fault that you left your laptop and the marker and the planner out, even though you did it to rescue him and then got sidetracked by the clothes that needed sorting. You will spend some frantic time unsuccessfully trying to reattach the keys, while trying to come up with explanations you'll give your husband. You won't get the 'caps lock' key reattached, and you hope that your husband won't notice, because who uses the caps lock anyway?

Meanwhile, your baby will have climbed up and unloaded the silverware drawer. He'll climb up on the couch for a snuggle, with fists full of spoons. You'll go lay down by him, stroke his cheek and ask him what he was thinking, but the blue eyes will just smile up at you, unanswering.

You really just want to yell, "Crap, crap, crap", but you'd never use that kind of potty talk in front of your child, so you just bite your lip, literally. You'll decide that you need some rainbow sherbet to calm you down, so you'll get a bowl. Then you'll smash your finger in the freezer door, because your brain hurts from not sleeping last night. You'll strap your baby into his booster seat and feed him bits of banana bread, while you sit down at your computer. You think that maybe your husband will read your blog before he comes home from work. Maybe he'll realize that you feel really, really sorry about this. And, your pregnant brain isn't working, which also explains why you left the garage door open last night and the door unlocked. Maybe he'll be able to laugh about it and come home and give you a hug and help you fix the caps lock, because you could really use it after today. You really, really hope.

That is why you shouldn't ignore that feeling.

13 love notes:

Aubrey said...

He's at that age, but so cute! That age lasts until about 3 1/2 depending on how mischievous they're feeling at the time. Grace was an angel until we had the new baby and then she decided that the house needed redecorating with non-washable glitter markers. Another day around that time she got hungry while we were busy, so she took a whole pumpkin pie out of the fridge and destroyed it (while eating some of it) with her fingers. Fun times. At least they're cute. Good luck!

Amy R said...

Oh, yes, I know that feeling.

Happy Mom said...

Oh, I remember those days. They are soooo cute and sweet and huggable and soo capable of intense destruction.

You seem much more analytical about it all than I ever was. I'm impressed!

Good luck with the lap-top!

Allison said...

Just go to your pillow, stick your face in it and YELL!!!!!!! BTW, who uses a cap lock key?

Things' Mommy said...

J came home, took a look, and informed me that I didn't actually get any of them attached properly. And now "shift" is officially broken. :(

Meanwhile, my little man has taken to pushing a stool over to the back of the sofa and vaulting over it.

Devin & Anisa said...

You are a much better woman than me. Enough said..

dave&hannah said...

oh melynie. if i were i would just throw in the towel. ship the kid off. i'll take him. :) love you.

Chelsea said...

Haha! You nailed it! Every mom knows that feeling.

Peterson Pack of Wild Dogs said...

You have such a way with words. A big "second that one" from every mother with a cute big eyed babe! Love you luff

Gina said...

I love that you understand his innocence but you are still human and want to yell your head off. You have a lot of control of your naughty baby reflex. I am so impressed.

Sorry the keys are jacked. I had the same thing happen with Liam dissecting my Mac laptop at that age (same distraction story too)... the space bar is still jacked as I type this and the N is missing.

Wright said...

Oh Honey...I can so relate!

Hilary said...

Hey! That is hilarious! I hope you took pictures. It reminds me of when you did our 'make-up' for halloween in Cleveland...=)

Ringer said...

Ah bless-ed children :) I think I'm just starting to see the beginnings of the destruction in our home...I just learned that you definitely do not try to read scriptures with those very delicate thin pages anywhere near the curious hands of a 7 month old. Give little buddy a big kiss for me!