I went from one extreme of single parenting (at least during the work week) to having my children cared for and played with by their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
So let's cut the crap, having round the clock help was awesome and I was glad to unload some of the responsibility of caring for the Yoys.
It was such a long trip, that I forgot how tough and intense motherhood is. I let my guard down. I was arrogant.
THIS WHOLE PARENTING THING IS A PIECE OF (PUBLIX) CAKE!
Today was the Yoys first day back at school.
At pickup, Big E asked to play in the field with his buddies and I obliged.
Fast forward approximately 47 seconds.
MOOOOOMMMMM, I HAD A LITTLE ACCIDENT...
I'M WET AND COLD!
Shocking, as it was freezing out.
Immediately I scramble my vacation brain into problem solving mode. Big E is also doing his own version of problem solving.
He has pulled down his underwear and pants and is shuffling his naked lower body back and forth across our Synagogue's entrance. Seriously. How have we not been kicked out yet?
Just as my plan is formulating, Little E walks up.
MOM, I POOED.
And he had.
And just like that, motherhood dropped by to give me a swift kick in the a**.
WELCOME BACK, MRS. YOY! NOW GET TO WORK!
Why don't my kids come with one of these?