We’re in that awkward phase of going from two naps to one. You know the time when the child NEEDS to sleep the extra two hours, but just doesn’t. So the time frames you’ve carefully carved out to get things done like work or shower suddenly just aren’t there, and you’re trying to adjust and reschedule your life. I’m trying to figure out the best solution for Mase, and as we navigate this horrid phase together, I’m being given many opportunities for growth.
For example, today.
I decided I was going to win this game today, and NOT try to put him down at his regular time. I was going to get ready early, we were going to run to Target for a few things, and then head over to my parents to hang out until Josh got home so I could go to the office this afternoon.
A few backstory items to really tell this story. 1) I haven’t had a cup of really steaming hot coffee in 14 months. For some reason I can’t seem to just drink a dang cup of coffee straight through, its consistently cold. Not sure why I’m suddenly incapable of drinking coffee in a reasonable amount of time, but there it is. 2) If you read my previous post, I’m REALLY excited about my new cleaning schedule, and I’m also REALLY proud of my shiny bathroom. (Like I said….room for growth)
Since today is Wednesday, Josh goes into work at 7am, bless his heart, so he can come home and watch the nugget while I work in the office. This means I’m all alone with the MaseFace on Wednesdays, and he knows he’s smarter than me.
I got up with him, fed him, and we played for a bit, and then I had to get a move on. I put up the appropriate baby gates, grabbed my giant cup of *cold* coffee, and marched off to my bedroom to get ready for the day, and check all of my “to do’s” off my list.
I did a quick scan of the bedroom. We’ve babyproofed it as best we can, and I made sure trash cans were up and the closet doors were closed. I set my coffee mug on the counter and I even stopped and thought, “there’s no way he can reach that, you’re good”. Sad rookie mistake.
Mase isn’t walking on his own yet, he navigates the entire house by clutching the sides of the walls, or pushing his giant zebra scooter for support. I WRONGLY assumed that since he could not walk on his own, he could not climb up a cabinet face. WRONG.
He was gleefully pulling at my phone charger and knocking on my closet door so I figured I had a few minutes. I was on the opposite side of the room, still in full view, trying to get dressed, when I saw it. Movements so slow I swear they were in actual slow motion. I watched kind of stunned as I saw him clutch the cabinet door with his monkey-like toes and grab onto the sink. As soon as I realized what was happening it was too late. He swung his free hand over his body with such force and momentum, he was able to snatch that giant cup of cold coffee. At this point I’m screaming noooooooooooo and running, but apparently that was also in slow motion because as I’m lunging for him, he threw that cup down on the floor with such determination I wasn’t sure if I should cry or be impressed.
He calmly sat down on the ground in the huge soaking wet spot of coffee and patted the floor and said his best excited “Mama! Mama! Shhhhh! Mama!!!!” (he shushes me….I choose to believe its out of excitement, not actually telling me to shut up). My first reaction was to grab him out of the coffee mess, then I set him back down because ew, he was covered in coffee. Then I looked around. There was coffee spatter literally everywhere. All over my beautifully cleaned cabinets, mirrors, walls, doors and even ceiling. (Which is not mentioned on the cleaning schedule). I am ashamed to admit that even though my baby was actually really proud of himself for his accomplishment of scaling a cabinet wall and pouring my coffee everywhere I was angry with him. I was annoyed that my itinerary was interfered with, I was irritated that I would have to clean everything yet again, and I was horrified by the thought of “what if that coffee had been hot”?
Thankfully I paused for a minute to be grateful. Well, first I apologized to my son for scaring him with my crazed yelling and lunges to reach him and my coffee cup, and also for sitting him back down in wet coffee carpet. And then I thanked God for this miracle I get to stare at every day, and even though I am a total fail, for some reason he is mine. I had my blessed moment, and then I got back to cleaning. Which was another fail.
After the cleaning was done, Mase needed to be dressed and it was time to pull it back together and continue with my even more unscheduled day.
Of course everything that was meant to be accomplished today, was accomplished. Not the way I would have wanted it, but like I said, I’m growing over here. And who doesn’t love the idea of Mason dressing up like a ninja? 🙂