My two oldest recently spent the night with their grandparents and I was left home with the baby all to myself. It was SO relaxing! We played, we took a nap, and even read books at bedtime. It was great to have that little munchkin all to myself.
Though, it was so relaxing it was almost boring. Yup. That’s right. I felt a little sad and lost without the craziness of three kids running around. It’s like how you pray for bedtime to finally arrive and then find yourself looking through all your pictures of the kids from that day. It’s psychotic. Where was my oldest to help keep an eye on the baby while I went to the bathroom? Or stick the pacifier back in her mouth when I was driving? Where was my middle child screaming my name right when I put the baby down for a nap? There was no one asking me to put on their show or moaning about what so-and-so did wrong. I had weird dreams. The phrase “snack, snack, snack” played all night long in my head. It was as if my body was going through shock-and-withdrawal from the sudden silence that set in around the house.
What do parents of single children do all day? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the one-on-one time with my princess! But as much as I complain about the insanity and want to lose my mind (and do about 100 times each day)… I missed those little rugrats.