And then...There were 3.

Just writing the title of this post makes me feel queasy.
Note: Wild Thing #2 is quite ok. Fantastic actually...He got whisked by Grand-Maman for a Fabulous solo week-end.
As we drove in different directions a roller coaster of emotions hit me like a ferocious wave hits the sand during a storm.
Looking back in the rear view mirror...Only ONE car seat.
One little boy.
Wait a minute.
A happy little boy.
A non-screaming-non-fighting-simling and TALKING little boy.
First stop: The Golden Arches.
"Mummy, can I have a cheeseburger, some fries and don't forget the apples please!"
HUH.
This is different!
Instead running, running and more running followed by mama's meltdown # 39, a request, a real request with a please at the end.
But there's more.
Instead of more running and screaming and making this "playground" feel like Hell (With surrounding flames and all), Big Daddy and I experience what one 5 year old looks like at the playground.
Playing. With other little gals and boys.
Real playing.
Not the usual "Let's-chase-the-others-through-the-other-room-and-make-them(Mummy and Daddy)-look-like-real-hacks"...
Actual back and forth social exchanges.
Whoa.
Bedtime is perhaps the most exciting for this mama and Daddy.
After a bath (which goes smoothly instead of a Tsunami), a couple of books (which are listened to and not jumped over)...A snore erupts from the Wild Thing's bedroom.
After 5 minutes.
****Insert Twilight music****
Big Daddy: "Is this what having only child look like?"
Mama: : "I guess"
Celebration.
15 minutes later...
Big Daddy: "I...Kinda miss Mr.Man's..."
Mama: "Yah...Me too"
So quiet...
On my way to bed I perform my usual check-in and almost start to hyperventilate when I see the empty bed....
He is fine I reassure myself.
More than fine...He will have his grand-parents and the dog allll to himself.
Hmmm...
How many nights again?
Why is this more difficult than I thought?
Which really is the theme of Motherhood in my own opinion.
Pregnancy? Harder than I thought.
Breastfeeding? Harder than I thought.
Domestic Engineering full-time? Harder than I thought.
Domestic Engineering part-time? Harder than I thought.
Losing the twin baby weight...Harder than I thought.
You get the point.
Wait a minute...I think I just got one very IMPORTANT point.
Getting this opportunity to bond with just ONE Wild Thing?
Harder than I ever thought possible.
On the flip side, falling in love all over again with Twin B?
Not hard at all.
Namaste
xox