Did I mention we don't have a babysitter? For the last two weeks, we've been WWC. Not unlike the WWE, but Working Without Childcare, not World Wrestling Entertainment. Though most of the time we are wrestling, of course: with our consciences, with each others' schedules, with unruly toddlers mightily resisting the removal of fecal matter from their behinds.
I reached a point last week when I thought I would lose my mind. It turns out that it's just another of the benchmarks in the life of a mom of toddlers.
Interesting, referring to myself as a mom. I finally feel like their mom. This is no small matter. I spent the first year of their life feeling like ANY caring person could do my job. Since then, well, since about a month ago, really, I've felt more and more like nobody can do mom like I can. And that's a pretty challenging place to be when you're looking for someone to take your place, even if it's just four days a week.