Water oozes across the parquet floor soaking everything in its path. Including a cat, magazine and baby boy.
"Kyle!" I jump out of the chair in front of my computer to discover numbers 1,3,4 and 5 floating in the animals' water dish. Kyle, sitting in the middle of the ever expanding puddle, flashes me a toothy grin. "Don't play in the water." I say bending to pick him up so I can clean the mess before something else 'drowns'.
Kyle claps in glee over his new found ability to create lakes where none existed - that is until I plop him down on the living room floor.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAH! He rolls onto his stomach, scrunches his legs underneath and plows the carpet with his fuzzy little head. Kyle looks more like a doodlebug than a baby.
A toy cement mixer sits idle. I lunge for it, pressing the sound button. "Here. Play with this."
The tiny ball of boy explodes into a swarming tangle of arms, legs and loud screeches. The water is soaking into the wood floor as I watch in horror.
"You'll get over it." I shrug my shoulders and set off in hunt of a super-absorbent paper towel.
He got over it, all right.
The moment I knelt to sop up Lake Gudger, Kyle came scuttling across the floor on all fours landing with a belly flop into the lake. Spattering me. Great. Now I have to clean the floor, the baby, and now myself. How's a mom to get anything done around here?
An emergent walker takes full advantage of his newfound freedom. Freedom for him means more work for me. Every task I set out to accomplish takes five or six times longer than BMB (before mobile baby). Oh, I could shake open the pack'n play and drop the baby inside for a few hours of uninterrupted write time, but I don't.
Kyle needs to learn boundaries. He needs to know tantrums get him nowhere and there are certain objects in the house that are not his to play with. It would be so easy to pen him up, but being a mom is my primary job. I don't regret that one bit.
But it's emotionally exhausting! Mothers of toddlers should be given free year passes to a local spa for the hyper-vigilent watch we must keep on our wee ones while working and doing boring house stuff.
Living in a constant state of emotional fatigue is hard. Good thing it's only for a season.
Pardon me while I go remove Kyle's fingers from Esau's nose...
"Kyle! Don't pick the kitty's nose... Don't. Pick..."