Oh the little things, the things that used to be so easy to do. The things you could do without even thinking about it, once you are a mother suddenly become seemingly impossible.
We were enjoying our day off, thank you Labor Day. Lucas wanted to watch a Nascar Race on TV- he is obsessed with all things that go and hey a race that begins with a prayer is good in my book. Eric was off playing basketball with some friends, so I agreed.
I turned to the right channel and said, okay I am going to go upstairs to get dressed. I made it about halfway up the stairs when Lucas started crying "No!!"
I sighed and turned around. "What is wrong?" I asked.
The sound on the TV was going in an out- simply pausing the show then restarting solved this problem.
"Okay, I am going to go get dressed." I state again.
I head into my bathroom. I pick out some clothes and go to put my contacts in, all is quiet downstairs. I pick out my clothes and take off my pajamas.
"Get off of me, get out of my way." I hear Lucas yelling. Being the all-wise mother I know exactly what is going on. Alex is probably laying on or next to Lucas purposely getting in his way. I head over to the edge of the stairs in only my underwear and call down for Alex to get away from her brother. "Come on, I am just trying to get dressed." I plead.
Things are now quiet, so I head back to my room. I get my first contact in, having to open a new left contact after my brand new contact accidentally disappeared down the drain the night before; talk about flushing money down the drain.
Alex comes running into my bathroom. "Lucas bit me!" she says showing me the bite marks in her finger.
"What!!!" I fume. But then it hit me, I hadn't heard any screaming. Any fighting.
"Why did he bite you I ask? Did you put your finger in his face?" The look on her face says it all. But biting is still biting, never ever okay.
I throw my pajamas back on, one contact in, hurry and stick the other in , and head downstairs to investigate.
"She told me to bite her!" Lucas cries "And she said it didn't hurt" I turn to look at Alex and her face once again gives her away. I dish out the appropriate punishments for both and then stay downstairs for a few minutes, still in my pajamas, making sure all is calm.
Everyone seems settled so I head back up. I take my pajamas back off and then the screaming starts again.
I once again head to the rail and call down, this time banning Alex from the family room. She does not want to watch the race she just wants to bother her brother. I hear her sit down at the kitchen table with her coloring book and once again head back to my bedroom.
"I just want to get dressed!" I holler.