Quiche

Take this week for instance. Adam is scheduled to work 66 hours so Will and I have LOTS of time together. I am still working (for about another month), but lucky for me, Will comes with. I schlep his heaving 25 non-walking lbs to Starbucks (which now has a drive thru..thank God) and then over to the infant room at school where he greets his second mom, the caregiver, and leaves me waving at the gate like I didn’t just wake up at 5:30AM, make him pancakes, wipe his nasty poop, and get him dressed. But I’m used to it. I stretch my arms out to relieve the cramps that have settled in the inner elbow and walk over to my office.

For the first hour at work, I usually forget about Will. I’m not sure if Mom’s are supposed to admit that..but it happens. And then I get tired and think about Will napping next door and baby brain begins. I find myself constantly wondering what he is doing and I can’t even complete full sentences in conversation with my coworkers. As soon as 11:30 rolls around, I fly off my chair and run across the street to have lunch with Will. The best part about this arrangement is I get to watch him enjoy his food (which he does…every bite. He also enjoys Gregory’s food, Thatcher’s food, Trenton’s food and Reese’s food.) and I don’t have to clean it up! After lunch, I put Will down for his afternoon nap on his little mat and walk back across the street for two more hours of “work”. During these two hours I procrastinate and usually think about what I can do with Will after school, before he has to go to bed.

Today we went to Trader Joe’s. They moved the beef to the other side of the store which totally confused me…but that’s okay because all the people there always comment on how cute Will is…so I forgive them. I fill my cart with just enough food to stuff only one Trader Joe’s grocery bag because when I get home, I have to carry Will, the diaper bag, and the groceries all at once. Today, hurricane force winds made the adventure from the car into the house even more fun than usual.

After unloading all the groceries with Will’s “help”, I take the advice of my coworker and decide to make a quiche for dinner. She is always telling me how great they are and how you can put anything in them…so I pulled all the odds and ends out of the fridge (eggs, ham, cheese, peppers) and mixed it together and threw it in the oven. Easy enough. Fifteen minutes go by and Will is starving. I check on the quiche…not done. Five more minutes and Will is really starving. Quiche is still not done. So I went and got his stacking blocks and brought them into the kitchen and we played by the oven light, watching the quiche to make sure I didn’t burn it. No one told me it would take an hour! Plan B: Mom has quiche later..Will has a jelly and sunbutter sandwich. I always have a plan B. Once the quiche finally finished, I loaded all the dishes into the dishwasher while Will tried to climb on it. I managed to keep him from breaking anything until it was time to grab the detergent. I keep the Cascade under the sink which is normal and wouldn’t be a problem at all if Adam hadn’t bought the “pretty” safety cabinet locks that no one can open. Five minutes and a screaming baby later, the dishes are being washed and its time for bed.

I’ve been waiting for Will to go to sleep for the last hour…but now that he is, I want to wake him up to play. I guess this is a problem that all mother’s have. So I decided to just write about him, update his baby book, frame some of his new pictures, send Adam a picture text of Will at dinner, and clean up his toys until its time to for me to go to bed. Like I said…I’m never bored anymore.