Remember when brushing your teeth was an activity that was uninterrupted and virtually unnoticed by any other person in your house? Remember when you used to be able to pour yourself a glass of milk without having to ‘take turns’ with someone else?
These are simple pleasures of a bygone era, and I now cherish my wonderful memories of these mundane and solitary tasks. You know why?
Because having a toddler means those boring business-of-life moments are now a shared and often excruciatingly painful experience. There is now a tiny person near you at all times who wants to do everything you want to do. Even if their tiny little hands and arms don’t have the fine motor skills and strength to do it without making a complete and total mess everywhere.
Chris decided to go for a run at around 7.15 tonight (alone). Ruby saw that he had changed into his running clothes and began to protest: MY BYE-BYE. MY RUNNING.
Chris, being the amazing guy he is, offered to go on his run pushing Ruby in her mountain buggy. She put on her shoes (which she hates wearing), then promptly removed them (see, I told you). She then decided she absolutely had to wear her winter jacket to go outside in 30C/85F degree weather.
At this point Chris changes back into his normal clothes because a run is most certainly out of the question now, as any suggestion to Ruby of getting in the buggy are met with an aggressive hand-wave and a resounding NO.
By now it’s 7.45, and with her bedtime approaching, Chris decides to take her on a short walk. She accepts this new plan and decides to bring her new scooter. She insists on taking her ball (which is impossible to carry while riding the scooter). After some convincing she ditches the ball, then insists on bringing her Dorothy the Dinosaur doll (same dilemma as the ball).
She then brings me my gumboots and tries to get me to put them on, despite explaining a million times that I’m not actually going anywhere.
Finally, after some pleading, she goes out the door with scooter (only!) AND her shoes on.
A small leap for Ruby, one giant leap for my sanity.