Tropical Storm Debby has thwarted our plans for the week. We had to leave the beach house and head to my grandmother’s home due to flooding. I definitely didn’t plan on this.
I didn’t pack one. single. toy. I was sure we would be spending all morning at the beach, then heading back to the house for lunch and a nap and then finding things to keep up occupied every afternoon. Littleman loves to be outside. He always chooses to be outside playing with nature over being inside playing with toys. I know this and figured that it wouldn’t be worth the bother packing toys. My mistake. I never imagined that we wouldn’t be able to get outside for days at a time.
Now what the hell am I supposed to do?
I am not prepared for this. I work. I don’t stay at home with littleman. I don’t have any tricks up my sleeve. I don’t pin these types of things on Pinterest because generally if littleman can’t go outside due to weather that is usually not a problem I have to solve. This is his teacher’s issue. If it does happen that we are stuck in the house for a weekend, we are at home surrounded with all kinds of things to do. We can invite friends over. I may not have a great yard, but I have a great house for playing inside. We bake cookies. We find something to do around town that takes place inside. We live in a metropolitan area and there are plenty of options. Not to mention he has all his toys. It is only for a weekend we are stuck inside. We will both be back at school on Monday.
This week we’ve been doing the best we can.
We’ve already done the one thing that I remember a friend of mine’s mom did with us when we were little – we made homemade play dough. Thank God I have a smartphone with an unlimited data plan. Thank God there was one place in the beach house I got service. At home littleman can play with play dough for hours. This week he has only wanted to do it for about ten minutes. That’s right folks, 1-0 minutes. Next…
Because my grandmother lives in a small town she is in an area that has an Imagination Library program, which means littleman gets a brand new book each month. My grandmother keeps the books at her house for him because she thinks we already have enough books at our house. I don’t think you can ever have too many books, but my grandmother is wise. Boy, have those books ever come in handy.
The evacuation this morning gave littleman some entertainment. He watched me from the screen door as I loaded the car in ankle deep water. He loved hearing about how I waded through knee deep water to the backyard to turn off the gas tank. Seeing the beach house surrounded by a lake was a huge topic of conversation for a while, but didn’t last after we actually got out of town and honestly I was not much up for talking about it. I was just glad we made it out safely.
So now we are at the other house, same situation.
Littleman didn’t get a nap today. I can count on two hands the number of times he has missed a nap, but what did he have to be tired from? I let him “rest” on the couch while watching PBS.
By late afternoon we were both going nuts and we were both on the verge of melt-downs. I begged my grandmother to let me go to the grocery store for her. We had to get out of this house.
I drove slowly to the store and meandered around the store several times even though all we needed was bread and milk. I drove slowly home. I was in no rush to get back to the house.
We got back, had dinner and littleman was asleep by 8, but it didn’t happen without taking a toll on both of us.
All I have been able to think is, “Thank God I don’t do this all the time.”
I have never thought that stay-at-home moms have it easy. Yes, there are mornings where I would love to not have to have us both ready and out of the house by 7:15 a.m. Sure, I get jealous of my stay-at-home mom friends laid back schedule from time to time, but I know that I couldn’t do it day-after-day. It isn’t who I am. I am a better mom because I work. I know that and am not ashamed to say it. This week is defintiely a I’ve-walked-a-mile-in-your-shoes-and-am-ready-to-return-them reminder of that.
God bless all you stay-at-home moms. Y’all are much better souls than me.