Do Over

I had to laugh when I read the prompt for this post… “Any do-over moments?” Ha, HA, HAHAH. I have a two month old and a two year old… my day is a just one long series of do-over moments.

Whether that be when I had the brilliant idea to give Nolie some chocolate milk in the middle of the night instead of regular milk… my, totally misguided, thought being that if she got to have a “treat” maybe she would stay in bed longer. DUH- as soon as that was down the gullet I thought “no! do-over, please!”

Or possibly one of my more infamous do-over desires… teaching Nolie that saying “it’s my body!” is an effective way to let people know to give her some space. That is a fun one in the grocery store isle “It is MY BODY Mama! Don’t hurt me!” Who knew that being told to sit in the cart would be so terrible or make me eat my words so hugely.

Another do-over moment that seems to just.Keep.Happening. is when Nolie lets men know that “you have a penis! you stand up to go Potty!” …yup. Do-over please?

Having two kids it seems like I am constantly having to weigh my options. Hope that they both fall asleep if I take the long way home or risk that one will  and the other won’t and I will be stuck waking up a toddler (HORROR of horrors). Or the mistake I just keep making – thinking that they are both happy in the car and will be fine if I stop at a drive-through coffee stand. Oh, no. Ever will explode if the car stops moving. So, sandwiched between a smart car and a huge truck, waiting for an americano I could have just made at home, one baby screaming and one toddler giving me the play-by-play about “baby is sad, not happy, want to nurse mama” … all I can do is cry out “Do Over!!”

I was compensated for this post as a member of Clever Girls Collective. All the opinions expressed here are my own.