After spending Monday and Tuesday trying to work amidst waiting on a snuffly and feverish little angel, I made it to the office on Wednesday long enough to be warned by all of my co-workers of an imminent ice storm. I was one of the last to leave at 4, and wouldn't you know it took me an hour to get to The Emerald City from downtown.
The little angel woke up at 4 this morning. She's so off-schedule between the Thanksgiving travel, the illness and the weather, she barely knows day from night.
Of course, she thinks it's all pretty great.
I kicked my beloved at 4. I've gotten up with her in the night every day this week. He obliged and went to take her to the potty. Then he told her he was going to lay down with her. She strenuously objected.
"NO," she said. "NO DADDY. MOMMY IS GOING TO LAY DOWN WITH ME ON THE COUCH."
I stirred in bed. I found myself mildly cognizant of her stellar complex sentence in the wee hours of the night. But I didn't want to get up. I looked at the cat, groaned, and put my head under the pillow.
I heard my beloved mumbling something in an encouraging tone. He took her downstairs. I heard her stake out her picket line.
"NO, MOMMY is going to lay down with me. I want Mommy."
"I WANT MY MOMMY."
I groaned again and stumbled downstairs. I am a sucker for this sort of thing.
We all woke up shivering and sore to a message at 6 a.m. saying that The Emerald City would only be open from 8:30 to 1 today. We rushed her there. I got some stuff done, but since she's been home, it's been a struggle. She's doing everything in her power to avoid napping, the one thing I desperately need to do, so I can get more done. I can tell I'm going to be working into the night again tonight.
It is not a coincidence that all the parents on SuperNanny are work-from-home-with-no-childcare scenarios. This is impossible.
However, that said, it is nice to have spent so much time with her this week. And it is nice to cuddle on the couch with a laptop and a warm if squirmy child, staring at the Christmas lights and what will probably amount to a few inches of snow falling to the ground.