the other room

Why is it that I'm never in there, the other room?

I'll be in one room, struggling to dress A as she kicks, rolls over and squirms all over the place, utterly exhausting myself... when I realize it's awfully quiet in the other room.


There I find B has unrolled the t.p. while sitting on the toilet. 

Or what about when I leave B in the highchair (under older sibling supervision) while I run upstairs to bath A. 

That's when Big A runs upstairs announcing B has thrown his food all over the floor... and I'd served him pork and rice.

I've been in the dining room feeding A when, once again, silence pours out of the family room. Immediately I know what's going on.


Someone has left the remote control out. B sees me coming and starts pushing buttons even faster, never looking at the remote but keeping his eyes on me. It's like slow motion as I try to reach him. That night when if we sit down to relax, we find all kinds of mystery shows recorded and settings changed.

A is playing with toys, quietly, contently. I walk out of the room.

Then I hear a bang and screaming. She has crawled over and fallen into our lovely indoor rock area on her face. Fat lip, scratch on cheek and ear. Why was I in the other room?

B is on the toilet. (He takes a while & I can't just leave the other room that long) He sits. 


I hear water splashing. I run in and his hand, shirt and body are soaked. But he did pee first!

I'm changing a diaper (I often am) and I hear squeaky wheels.

Can't...move...fast...enough!!!

And... there's more scratches on the coffee table.

Silence...Silence...Silence  The big trouble always starts with silence.

• My purse emptied on the floor
• Books thrown out of shelves
• Baskets of toys dumped
• Milk in a bowl left over from breakfast pouring down the front of a child and onto the (cushioned) chair and floor
• Food, dishes, anything, everything pulled out of cupboards, drawers, cabinets, shelves
• And don't even get me started on the pens!!

No matter where I am

the other room

is always there.

I wish I could be in there...

But I Just Can't!

Tender Moment

There are several "side" affects Brock experiences and goes through after he visits his b-dad. However that's not what I want to focus on right now.

What I love about after the visit:

Both babies have usually fallen asleep in the car on their way back to me. Matt's usually home for lunch so we help The Lady get them out of the car. I take B since he's usually so passed out & Avery usually wakes up when the car stops. I take B upstairs to put him to bed, take off his shoes and hold him for a minute. I lay him in his bed, this is when his eyes open. He looks at me, the first 1/2 waking moment since he's left his b-dad, and he smiles. Then he closes his eyes, rolls over and goes to sleep. It's like he's saying "glad I'm home". I love that moment.