I don't want to give in to my natural hermit tendency or make myself crazy trying to live up to someone else's schedule. As I've mentioned before, it took me awhile to adjust to motherhood. Even though I enjoy being Griffin's mom, I imagine I will still need time to adjust to being mom of Griffin plus one.
To top off these fears, I was officially a "bad parent" today and I lost my child. It was at a church potluck and I was there sans husband. I am not yet co-ordinated enough to simultaneously hold a toddler and gather a plate of food, nor did I have duct tape or bungee cords to strap him down in one spot with. So I used my hands to get the food and my eyes to watch my son. Of course it's difficult to get food from various pots with various serving utensils without looking at my plate from time to time. And being a toddler (although a more accurate name would be runner, since the actual toddling phase is quite short-lived) Griffin does not stay in one spot for very long. At first he amused himself nearby, but quickly bored of that and bounced his way towards the far end of the room. I managed to keep an eye on his little legs between the many people filling the room until one point, I think it was the caesar salad, when I could no longer see his almost bald head, or little blue crocs. Knowing that he had two hallways, three sets of doors and one set of stairs to maneuver before he reached the parking lot I thought I had time to grab a spoonful from the last few selections. Apparently he can run a lot faster than I realized because in what felt like seconds the Sunday School attendance taker had found him, outside, alone, and brought him back to me. I felt like I should go home right then to sit in my room and think about what I'd just done. Fortunately nothing bad happened, and those who had seen my error were nice about it, but I just wonder how I would manage if I had two to worry about.
My sister and her husband joke (half-joke) that two kids were easy but with three you are out-numbered, even when both parents are present there are only two of you and three of them. Then there is my granna who apparently quipped, "One child takes up all your time so how much more time can 5 take up?" I'm not the type who makes decisions before I get 'there' (and much to my husband's frustration, if I'm in the drive-thru even when I do get there I still don't make a decision) so I'm not going to decide right now, how many kids our family will have. Maybe we'll wait to see if we can survive two first.
To top off these fears, I was officially a "bad parent" today and I lost my child. It was at a church potluck and I was there sans husband. I am not yet co-ordinated enough to simultaneously hold a toddler and gather a plate of food, nor did I have duct tape or bungee cords to strap him down in one spot with. So I used my hands to get the food and my eyes to watch my son. Of course it's difficult to get food from various pots with various serving utensils without looking at my plate from time to time. And being a toddler (although a more accurate name would be runner, since the actual toddling phase is quite short-lived) Griffin does not stay in one spot for very long. At first he amused himself nearby, but quickly bored of that and bounced his way towards the far end of the room. I managed to keep an eye on his little legs between the many people filling the room until one point, I think it was the caesar salad, when I could no longer see his almost bald head, or little blue crocs. Knowing that he had two hallways, three sets of doors and one set of stairs to maneuver before he reached the parking lot I thought I had time to grab a spoonful from the last few selections. Apparently he can run a lot faster than I realized because in what felt like seconds the Sunday School attendance taker had found him, outside, alone, and brought him back to me. I felt like I should go home right then to sit in my room and think about what I'd just done. Fortunately nothing bad happened, and those who had seen my error were nice about it, but I just wonder how I would manage if I had two to worry about.
My sister and her husband joke (half-joke) that two kids were easy but with three you are out-numbered, even when both parents are present there are only two of you and three of them. Then there is my granna who apparently quipped, "One child takes up all your time so how much more time can 5 take up?" I'm not the type who makes decisions before I get 'there' (and much to my husband's frustration, if I'm in the drive-thru even when I do get there I still don't make a decision) so I'm not going to decide right now, how many kids our family will have. Maybe we'll wait to see if we can survive two first.
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