Luke got his very first set of golf clubs this weekend. It's for 2-5 year olds and has the cutest little golf bag, a putter, driver, and an iron. I have honestly never seen a child as obsessed with something as Luke is with golf and golf balls. That's the obsession part of the post. He had 5 golf balls in his bed this morning. They come to the store, to the park, to playgroup (Where it gets left in a car). There are yellow golf balls, white golf balls, pink ones, wiffle ones. We never used pacifiers. He never had a "lovey". Instead, this, it appears. Its all that he wants to play with when we are outside. He throws, drops, kicks, chases and putts golf balls everywhere and anywhere. I can't wait to figure out how to download video of him hitting it, yelling "Luke hit it in da hole!" after every putt. (there is no hole, but this does not seem to deter Luke). As fun as it is to see him enjoying them, its also pretty (EXTREMELY) annoying to hear "Mama, where Luke golf ball go?" no less than 3,000/day.
That brings me to the depression part of the post. It's been raining. Its been cold. LOTS of raining. The house behind us flooded on Saturday night. There was an unbelievable quantity of water pouring into the house, and several feet of it in the basement. Lots of excitement around here as we cooked dinner and were astonished at our new found waterfront deck.
Bad weather is so annoying when you have to drive in it to work, or not work because of it, or whatever. Bad weather is a special sort of hell to a mother of two toddlers. Its been hard, I've been impatient. The kids seem to be taking annoying pills. Everything is muddy. The kids were wearing SWEATSHIRTS AND JEANS yesterday at play group. It all just feels so wrong. One of my good friends just had a new baby, her 2nd son. I was talking to her on the phone yesterday, and we were talking about things were going, and she said "We forgot how easy a newborn is! How on earth did this seem hard the first time around?". Its so very true. Babies never tested my patience. Babies never said NO. Babies never tried to assert their independence, or color on my walls. Babies never made me honestly have the need to give myself a "time out" before I react to them. Toddlers are just a special sort of hard. Toddlers stuck inside due to pouring rain are pent up balls of destruction just waiting to unleash their touch on every available surface. It's constant chatter (I hear the same phrases over and over all.day.long) its constant mess, and diapers, and food on the floor and reading books and mess and mess and mess. Messy hands, messy faces, dirty feet, sandy bodies, dirty diapers etc etc etc. The weather, and the constant in house mess making, is driving me mad. I desperately need the sun to come out. I love being a Mom. But I would be lying if I didn't admit that after days and days of 1:1 with two toddlers, this job is HARD. Infinitely more rewarding, and infinitely harder than anything that I have ever done.
