Oh, I am tired. What a day. It was a day full of very nice things, but I am worn out, and I have given of myself to a fault . . . which is not new, but the grace with which I did it definitely is.
The first part of my day was normal: feed kids, change diapers, try to make naps happen, play games, clean up, help make more messes, overfill the washing machine, clean the soapy water off the floor, keep the dog from eating B’s snack. Normal Thursday.
Then I took the boys to the park with a friend who has two kids (one a few years older than B, one Liam’s age). Oh my. I’ve taken B and Liam to the park together before, on my own, but the addition of other children that they know added an element of chaos that I was not expecting. Liam is also big enough now to require being entertained in his own right (I can’t just stick him in the stroller the whole time). It went just fine, but it really wore me out. B was trying to keep up with his older friend, and they got in to all kinds of shenanigans together (I’m not sure B’s shoes will be dry for tomorrow) and he learned important lessons (i.e, if you let go of the chains on the big-kid swings, gravity takes over in short order). And Liam had a lot of fun trying to keep up with B (thank goodness he can’t walk yet).
Then we all went to dinner (my friend and her husband, their two kids, plus all of us Calles), and halfway through Dan gets a call from his uncle. Who is here. To see us. (This is the first we’re hearing about it.) We knew he was in Austria, but not having been able to coordinate a visit with him before he left, we figured we wouldn’t see him at all. Surprise! So, Dan goes out of the restaurant, leaving me with the boys, to figure out a way to rendezvous with his uncle, who does not have a working phone and who is planning to drive back into Vienna to see us immediately. “Back” because he drove into Vienna earlier today to see us, showed up at our door, and when no one was home (see park story, above) decided to walk around Vienna in the hopes that he might run into us. When that didn’t work, he drove back OUT of Vienna, borrowed a phone from someone and called Dan.
Dan was in and out of the restaurant for the rest of the meal, looking for his uncle, who is planning to meet us at the restaurant. His uncle shows up just as we’re leaving, and we say goodbye to our friends and go back to our place. We show him around and visit for a few minutes, but then I have to go put both kids in the bath (together, which I haven’t done before) because Dan has a Skype appointment.
So, we make plans to meet up with his uncle tomorrow. And then I put the boys in the bath, get them both clean, get them both out, get them both dressed, get puked on by Liam, get him clean and dressed again, get Benjamin a bottle, feed Liam, put Liam down, get Liam back up and then get him back to sleep. (At which point, Dan joined me to brush Benjamin’s teeth, but then Benjamin asked that I read him his story before bed, and he’s so sweet, and we got so little one-on-one time today that I said yes.)
I got a little grumpy with Benjamin at one point in the bath when he was splashing Liam and wouldn’t listen to me and stop, but otherwise, I did all of this and didn’t even freak out. I’m not even mad or frustrated with Dan. (Really.) I think I may qualify for sainthood. I haven’t tried walking on water recently, but maybe I should give it a shot. (Or maybe I should wait and see how tomorrow goes, first.)