Published: September 2, 2016
Absolutely, I do indulge in bonbons all day long. I stash them away on the top shelf of the refrigerator, a strategic move to keep them out of reach from my little ones. If they were any lower, the kids would sniff them out, devour them, and transform into hyperactive chocolate fiends, leaving behind a trail of brown smudges on their faces. The aftermath would require me to run after them with a damp washcloth, wrestle them into submission while they scream, and wipe their sticky faces clean. No thank you — I’ll pass on that chaos.
So, while they patiently wait for breakfast, I sneak a bonbon. Their breakfast demands are as varied as they are: oatmeal, toast, and cereal, plus a specific mix of milk and juice. By the time they finish, I’ve already loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the counters, and my coffee has gone cold. Cold coffee deserves a bonbon, right?
Next up is dressing them. The oldest can pick out his clothes and get dressed, albeit with some items inside out and backward. The middle child requires my assistance in selecting his outfit but can manage the dressing part. As for the baby? He thinks it’s hilarious to bolt away, cackling without a stitch of clothing. I have to chase him down, pry him from the furniture, and wrangle him into his clothes — it’s like trying to dress a slippery octopus. After that comes tooth brushing — a lovely mix of nagging and chaos — and don’t even get me started on the hair. I definitely deserve a bonbon.
Today, I occupy the kids with watercolors while I tackle the seven overflowing baskets of clean laundry. Yes, seven. Visualize one overflowing basket; now multiply that by seven. They take over my couch! As I sort through the laundry, my lower back protests. Just when I think I can get a moment of peace, the kids start squabbling over the water cups. I pour them each their own cups, only for the baby to dump his immediately. Watercolors are officially over, but the laundry remains. Time for another bonbon.
I let the kids out into the yard with the dog, confident in our privacy fence. After all, two out of three can come fetch me if anything goes awry. While they play, I whip up a nutritious lunch with a meat, a vegetable, and a grain, trying to make it visually appealing — perhaps octopus-shaped or bear-themed. They come inside only to refuse the meal and instead opt for plain bread, which leaves me eating their leftovers and, naturally, another bonbon.
Post-lunch, the kids require some downtime in front of the TV. I take this opportunity to sit at my computer, scrolling through Facebook and loading my shopping cart with clothes from Modcloth that I can’t afford. I sneak more bonbons during this digital escape.
We move on to storytime, but each book we finish leads to them bickering over the next choice. I resort to reciting “Hop on Pop” and Dr. Seuss’s ABC instead of reading them word-for-word. At least they let me read “Dragons Love Tacos” and “Don’t Let the Pigeon Ride the Bus.” Surprisingly, their all-time favorite is a thrift store find — a Fraggle guide. I shouldn’t have to delve into that world. Pass me a bonbon, please.
Our bathroom needs cleaning, and naturally, the kids swarm me, intrigued by the spray bottles and brushes. They love anything that involves the toilet. I hand them mini spray bottles to keep them away from the Clorox. I spend five minutes scrubbing pee off the toilet base and another ten on various other parts because little boys can’t aim. Their muddy footprints add to my woes. My bonbon might taste like bleach, but at least it’s a bonbon.
Then comes the magical time of room cleaning, where I attempt to get the kids to tidy up the mess they’ve created through imaginative play. Cue the whining, tantrums, and potential meltdowns. I divide tasks; it lasts two minutes before I’m the only one cleaning. I sing that annoying cleanup song twenty times, and that bonbon is a struggle to swallow.
Finally, it’s dinner prep time. As I cook, the kids are busy destroying their rooms. You know what? Forget it. I eat another bonbon.
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Summary
In the chaotic world of parenting, sneaking in moments of indulgence is essential. From managing breakfast demands to navigating laundry and chaos, every little victory deserves a reward — like a bonbon. While juggling the challenges of daily life, it’s crucial to find time for oneself, even if it means indulging in a sweet treat here and there.