I Refuse to Venture Out with Both My Kids Alone
Play dates at other peoples' houses? No thanks. Taking them to the park alone? Big fat NO. A stroll around the mall? Why would I do that to myself?
I don't leave the house alone with both kids. Ever.
I grocery shop alone after my husband comes home from work (or, if he's had a rough day, we split them up, and I bring the toddler). I make doctor appointments only for times when he can sneak home and watch them.
Either he or I will take the older one to the park in the evening while the other person stays with the baby. If there are errands to run, they are reserved for the weekend.
Why the freaky division of labor, you ask? Because it is just too much all by myself.
Why would I put myself through getting myself dressed, fighting the toddler to get dressed, dressing the baby, packing the diaper bag with diapers, wipes, snacks and drinks, entertainment toys, meltdown toys, extra changes of clothes (for all three of us), not to mention my son's feeding tube pump, and all of the accessories that go with it, plus bottles and formula to mix his food?
By the time all of that is organized, the toddler needs another diaper change (believe me, we are enthusiastically working on potty training), the baby spit up and needs an outfit change, and I'm running around, sweating to death, trying to get everything ready to go on an outing that will probably last five minutes because of a tantrum, a diaper blow-out, or cries of “Bites? Food? Hungry, mommy!”
No. No, thank you.
If you were wondering, I was a homebody in my past life (pre-kids), and becoming a mother has only made me cling to that lifestyle even more so. The work, the stress, and the effort that go into taking the kids out by myself are just not worth it, nor is the time it takes.
Going out with my husband and the kids on the weekends? No problem! A shopping trip with both kids and my mom? Piece of cake? But Rachel outnumbered by two kids under three?
So not happening.
As they grow, the list of things that need to accompany us will shorten, and it will gradually get easier and more enjoyable (and necessary) to take them out alone. But right now, it's just scary and hard, and I would much prefer to sit on the floor in my living room, with Toy Story on in the background, and play horses with my daughter while the baby watches in amazement. Or let the little one run free in the backyard on her slide and in her playhouse while the babe and I soak up some sun.
Much, much better.