I’ve become….my sister?

Many years ago, when I was young(er) and before I was married with kids, I went to my sister’s and babysat her three boys for several days while she and her husband went to Las Vegas for their anniversary. The boys were 1, 3, and 6 years old.

Those were some long days. It was ridiculous trying to get all three boys up and dressed in the morning so we could walk the oldest to the bus stop, and, of course ,they always wanted to bring the dog with them. I would be exhausted by the time I got back to her house but then I had to keep a constant eye on the 1 and 3 year old; keep them off the stairs, off the kitchen stools, grab small things out of their mouths. When they took a nap in the afternoon, I was tempted to nap with them, but instead I cooked dinner because it was too difficult to try to cook when I had all three climbing, jumping, wrestling, yelling, in the evening. By the time they went to bed at night, I was in dire need of a Captain and Diet but I was so tired I would go to bed with them. We all slept in one bed so that they weren’t waking me up all night.

The day my sister and her husband were to return home, I was very excited to return to my home. I took all three kids to CVS so that we could buy supplies to make a welcome home sign. I was much more proud of the fact that I managed three little ones in CVS than I was of the sign that we eventually made. My sister arrived home a little earlier than expected and I almost wept with relief. She drove me back to the airport in her minivan and the first thing I did was hit the bar for a Captain and Diet (or three) before my flight back to my normal life. I called my mom and told her I was never having kids, it was too hard, and I didn’t want a minivan or a grocery bill that was as big as my mortgage.

While I wasn’t paying attention, I have become my sister, complete with three crazy boys, a minivan, the grocery bill, and an occasional kid in my bed. The difference is, it doesn’t seem hard like it did back then. Okay, some days are hard, but at least some of the time I’m kicking ass at life.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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