Today I had to do the strangest thing:
Use the one part of my brain to tell the other part to stop cleaning/organizing and feed the kids.
I decided, in my infinite wisdom, to switch the side tables around so I'd get more use out of them. I also decided on a whim to move things around in the dining room, which inevitably led to a picture frame falling off the wall and breaking but that's not the issue here.
As I was moving things and dusting and realizing that certain things didn't fit in random places that I thought they would, M was awake and happy and pre-hungry, and O was staying out of the way for the most part but it was getting close to lunch time. At some point I asked her if she wanted a sandwich and she said yes, but then I brushed that aside. I am pretty sure that I said at least 3 times "Okay, mommy's going to go make you that sandwich now"
Of course, as soon as the Thinking Brain got through to the Do Things Brain, M was on the cusp of hangry. So I started a bottle for him as I made O's sandwich, and then she decided she wanted to sit and eat at the computer so I had to deal with turning it on and getting it all set up (she watches shows on Netflix as she eats). Then M started crying and screaming and I was just kind of... not ignoring it, but definitely not treating it like I should have. I should have picked him up and soothed him and all that jazz but instead I just kept telling him to calm down and the bottle would be ready soon.
It's like my priorities aren't where they should be. I'd rather sit on my phone or clean or organize than I would play with my 3 year old or snuggle my infant.
Guess this is the next thing I should bring up with my doctor.
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