Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Price of Getting Ready

I have been trying to limit the amount of television Carson gets to watch because I have noticed his behavior is a little off when he starts the day off in front of the boob-tube. The television for me and probably so many out there is a nice babysitter that I would use in the morning so that I could shower and get dressed-alone.

So in an attempt to be a better mom "June Cleaver style" and in order to get myself ready and on top of things for the day, I generally rise before Carson to ensure a little uninterrupted productive alone time where I will eat breakfast, shower, get dressed, check my e-mail, and possibly start a load of laundry, make breakfast or whatever. Well, the other morning I thought I deserved to sleep in once that week so Carson was my alarm clock promptly at 7:00 am...it's always within 10-15 minutes before or after that. After getting breakfast taken care of and playing I needed to get ready and asked him to play.

Now playing by himself is not something that Carson does well, he likes company. So while I showered, got dressed, blow dryed my hair and applied my face-about a 30-45 minute process-he took the liberty of emptying out an entire change jar all over our bathroom, spilling a cup of water all over the carpet from my night stand, and destroying a recently organized sock drawer...now I was right there when all of this was happening (except the water, to which he didn't say a word just sat on the ground with his hands covering his eyes-something he does when he has does something he knows was a "no-no").

As I was saying, I was present when this chaos was unfolding but at that moment I didn't care because he was preoccupied and not hanging on my leg saying my name over and over. So in this instance I decided that the mess was well worth the opportunity to get ready for the day.


3 comments:

Lisa Nelson said...

good for you Tiff!

Liz said...

Sometimes it's totally worth the mess!

Chris and Lisa said...

I didn't figure this out til my third baby...you are way ahead of me!

Glad to hear that I'm not the only one with "leg-hanging," mommy-calling children!!! hahah!