Cycles...

In the life of a mother, there are many never-ending cycles. Laundry for instance, is one of those cycles. I've learned to cope with situations like your husband bringing you a shirt that he needs washed right after you've already started the last load of colors. In these situations, I try to do my best to just smile and go on with life, usually by taking the shirt and shoving it into the washing machine while it's going. (Same with dishes, it always seems like I find one forgotten dish right after I start the dishwasher... Just open the dang thing and throw the dish in mid-wash. IT'S FINE!)



Babies grow so fast that it seems like as soon as I learn to cope with one of their current challenges (drinking all the tub water during baths, wiping poop all over their cribs during naptime, puking as soon as their dressed...) another challenge creeps up. The never-ending child-challenge-cycle, so to speak.



One of my latest challenges is the "portable microwave". Remember the kitchen Holynd was given a few weeks ago??? Well, for some reason, she thinks it's awesome to take the microwave off the top and carry it around the house. Normally I wouldn't mind... but she can't get the thing back on! And, she insists on throwing a tiny fit everytime she fails on snapping the microwave back on the kitchen.

I really don't mind fixing it for her, but she always seems to want it on while I'm in the middle of changing, feeding or bathing little Sloanie. So, I've been asking myself, coincidence or cry for attention? I'm going to go with the third option: MAKE HUSBAND SCREW THE MICROWAVE TO THE KITCHEN SO IT DOESN'T COME OFF AT ALL.

Sometimes in motherhood, we give ourselves our own challenges. I had been on the hunt for alphabet letters for my fridge. Holynd loves stickers and I thought this would be an easy way to keep a "sticker-like" object on hand. Sunday morning, Holynd awoke to find the magnets stuck all over the fridge. She then proceeded to throw them all over the floor and at her dad... Awesome. Matt came into the bedroom where, I was still trying to get myself out of bed.

Matt: Holynd likes the alphabet letters.

Me: She does?!

Matt: Yeah, she's been throwing them at me. They're everywhere.

Me: So what are you saying?

Matt: I'm saying you probably just bought yourself a $2.00 headache.

Me: Awesome...

Sometimes the child fixes the problem for you by just eliminating the object of annoyance all together... Here on my hopechest sits a candleholder that my mom gave me at my bridal shower. Holynd is obsessed with the red candles that usually occupy the little glass holders. I've picked up these candles THOUSANDS of times. Being the stubborn person that I am, I was determined to keep my candleholder where I wanted it. Well, Holynd finally decided I needed some help getting over the candle issue. The other day, Matt and I settled down in our bed for the night. I rolled over to see a candleholder, vacant of it's little red candles.

Me: Matt, where are my candles?

Matt: No idea.

Me: Oh well, they'll turn up.

Never did.

:)

I do, however, believe that some challenges just deserve some good 'ole childproofing.

Dearest Husband,

While you secure the microwave to the kitchen, could you give some thought to childproofing the bowl cupboard and the doorknob for me?? (Maybe also the oven and fridge, just to be on the safe side?)

Lots of love,

Wife.