My twin daughters attend preschool for 2.5 hours 3 days each week. As a newly unemployed stay-at-home-against-her-will mom (SAHAHWM), these brief hours of solitude are treasured, but they tend to fly by in a wink. As a result, I don’t want to waste them on anything productive like showering, cleaning, answering the phone, picking up toys, or exercising. I do want to spend them writing, reading, or swearing loudly to myself just because I can.
Earlier, I came up with the brilliant idea to tell the twins that while they were at preschool a magical fairy person made them a special lunch. They got so excited that they bounced up and down in their booster seats. When they got home and saw the table laid out with food, they gobbled everything up including the carrots without one complaint.
Unfortunately, when I pick them up from preschool these days, if I ever have the nerve to say "no the fairy person didn’t come today because she had some important reading to catch up on" a huge double preschooler car breakdown ensues. So now, I have to make a big deal of the goddamn fairy person making the lunch. Worse still, I have to get the lunch made before I even leave to pick them up which takes more coins from my sad little alone time jar.
I know I’m living in Crazy Mommy World and I shouldn’t let them push me around. I know that as a formerly single mama I sometimes give in to their bullying more than I should.
But the truth is, I’d rather submit to the tyranny of the fairy person than have to sit through another car tantrum in stereo.