Last week marked my first week flying solo in the morning with all three boys. Before that we had help from my mom and while she’s been an absolute godsend, it was about time I spread my wings and do it on my own… especially since we did that whole sleep training thing for the twins and, in theory, I should be getting more sleep (I say should, because apparently my body clock is still wired to be up for an hour in the middle of the night. Yay me).
After my first day going it alone, Mark came home and asked how it was.”Great! It was just like waitressing!” I exclaimed, still exhilarated from the fact that the morning and the rest of the day went pretty well (meaning there were no remarkable tantrums from Thad, and I was able to avoid using the television as a sitter in the afternoon while I tended to the babies or made dinner). Mark looked surprised, and then proceeded to laugh at me.
“After Thad woke up it was non-stop. It’s crazy, but it’s like running a really tight ship. When things are flowing, they get done and it all works.
Did I mentioned I’m exhausted?”
If you’ve never been in the service industry, here’s how it goes down. When you’re a waitress/bartender/server/what-have-you and you do your job well, things run as smooth as syrup. But if you take one short cut and decide to not to tilt back the jar between two pours, you can mess it up and get that damn syrup all over the counter, your hands, your clothes, the floor and even in your hair (don’t ask me how, I’m just trying to show how much a pain in the butt it can be).
On the other hand, when you pour it well and pay attention to detail, the syrup lands where it should and everyone is happy… just like in the service industry. When you do your job well, customers are happy and things get done flawlessly and efficiently. When you know what needs to get done and in what order, regardless what’s tossed your way, you can still manage and come out on top. It’s focused multitasking at it’s best.
Full cup of milk land on the floor? No problem! Everyone has a poopy diaper? Bring it on! Two of the three crying? Who cares? All of this happening at the same time? Ha! Watch me handle it without breaking a sweat!
While it doesn’t seem like a big deal, I was so proud of myself for doing the morning solo. It’s arguably the hardest time since Thad needs to get up and eat and so do the babies (and so does mommy). Couple this with the little issue of me only having two hands and only being in one place at a time, it proves to be more difficult than having one toddler and one baby. But I did it without a hitch!
I know there are going to be those crappy days where a blowout (or two) and a full on tantrum that lasts until I take him to school will be upon me, but the more practice I have with the good days, the easier those days from hell will be.
And when those days from hell do come, I’ll have my wine.