Trapped in the Bathroom

Have you ever been trapped in the bathroom. I'm not sure that I have literally, but that is the kind of day I had today. Oliver did not sleep so well last night. He's been sleeping in my room because Logan was in town for the weekend and Tim has been sleeping in the basement (where Logan usually sleeps) because he was working nights (for 6 nights in a row!) getting home at 4 in the morning and sleeping until noon only to leave for work at 4:30 pm......where was I? Oh ya so Logan was sleeping in Oliver's room and Oliver was sleeping in the pack 'n play in my room and he had about an hour long outburst at midnight last night and I wanted to pull my hair out. So when he decided a morning nap was not in his cards I about lost it. But instead of loosing it, I just became neglectful and let him roam about me while I looked to see if there were any good condos for sale in the area and what do you know? Oliver wandered into the bathroom and promptly shut the door and opened up the drawer that is behind it making it impossible to open the door more than an inch. I quickly realized what happened and tried to reason with him, "close the drawer," I said. To which he responded by closing the door the inch that it was open. "Not the door, the drawer," I said. Another door shut in my face. "Oliver, push the drawer shut." Nothing. And now the poor boy has realized that he can't get out of the bathroom.

Slight panic started to set in, for both of us, when my mother arrived on the scene. She suggested I get the yard stick (who has a yard stick? my mother does) and we'd try and wedge it through the small crack and push the drawer shut. No luck.

At this point I'm starting to tear up. My life is exhausting (and I know that really I have it easy, but I needed a moment). I follow my one year old around all day and the one minute I let him wander alone he gets himself stuck in the bathroom, are you kidding me? So unfortunately I resorted to waking up Tim, who by the way is a very good sport, and he happily came upstairs to rescue his trapped child and emotional wife. And he did! He's the best! Hero of my life! Oliver was very happy to be unstuck and I was very happy to have him unstuck.

Needless to say, I let myself have a good cry after that. I'm exhausted (more emotionally than physically)! Being a mom is hard work and it is ever more constant than I could have ever imagined it. And it's so easy to feel like your not doing a good job. I feel like a task master every day following that poor child around, "don't touch that", "no, no ,no", "that's not for the baby",......... So I think, "we'll just stay busy all day and that will keep us out of trouble". For example, we take a walk in the morning and play with the hose and fail to take an morning nap and so we'll go to the children's museum and then eat lunch and play in the family room........and it's only 11a.m.? And then people go and tell me "enjoy it, they'll be grown and gone before you know it" Are you kidding? THIS HAS BEEN THE LONGEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! And you want me to enjoy it? Now I feel guilty for not enjoying it, thank you.

Enough with the outburst, my point is sometimes I feel trapped in the bathroom! I know that no one wants me stuck in there and I am the one who put myself in there in the first place. But, it happens. I let myself get overwhelmed and rutted and instead of closing the drawer I close the door and make the situation even worse. But, the best part is that I know that there are always people (mostly Tim) on the other side of the door patiently trying to get me unstuck. And I know that when I finally get out it feels much better.

And even though not every day is the best day, it's still a blessed day because I get to be the mother of this little stinker! And as exhausting as he is, he brings so much meaning and purpose to my life and I couldn't imagine it without him. And he gives some pretty sweet hugs and kisses.