**This is a diary entry from April 4th that I never posted…It made me smile and I don’t want to lose it so I’m posting it now 🙂
It’s 10:13 in the morning right now as I write this and we’re just now getting breakfast on the table. To be fair, we only woke up 20 minutes ago.
This isn’t how I imagined starting the week and our mornings don’t always start this late but my 2 year old son had other plans last night, that after waking up at 4am to start our days (without naps) for 2 days straight, is really cramping my style. Truly, I just reread that sentence 5 times over and still don’t know if it makes sense. English please, brain.
Anyway, my ball of sunshine woke up in the middle of the night, roughly 2 am, rolled out of bed and decided it might be a good time to explore the kitchen. He’s finally strong enough to open the fridge so he likes to practice this new skill when no ones around and then rearrange the insides.
Last night though, he took on a new challenge: he pulled a chair to the cabinet and grabbed the garlic powder. The restaurant sized one that we got from Sam’s Club. 12.25 oz dumped out like confetti. Also our last stick of butter smashed on the floor for good measure.
My internal mom alarm went off at this point and I found him standing there, on his tip toes, eyes wide like I’d just caught him with his hands inside the cookie jar…but instead of cookies, he was standing in a greasy, garlic, mess. Why don’t we just have a cookie jar?!
Honestly, I should have taken a picture but let’s be honest, 2am Paige is not blogging Paige. I’m, “It’s 2am, what the what, why does this kid hate me” Paige. So I scooped up the garlic as much as I could, threw it in the trash and put the butter on a plate. It’s our last stick guys, c’mon. I could feel garlic powder on the bottom of my feet but I didn’t care. I kept getting whiffs of it in the middle of the night so I’m pretty certain the bottoms of my sheets smell like an armpit now.
Anyway, little man didn’t just go to bed at that point (of course) and it was another task getting us both back to sleep but we made it.
We’re eating our usual morning omelette, courtesy of the floor butter and I can’t help but sit here and laugh.
Because this is my life now. These are the nights that you are so angry while in the moment but by morning find hilarious and already laughing with your toddler. These are the nights I’ll miss.
I was at the grocery store yesterday and while I was taking my son out of his car seat, getting his jacket on, asking if he’d like his hood on or his cool Batman hat instead, a man interjected and smiled saying, “I remember those days. I don’t have to do them anymore but I sure do miss those days.”
It made me smile so much because even while I’m in the weeds, neck deep in laundry, drowning in garlic powder and butter, these are the moments I’ll miss.
And even though I don’t think this at 2am in the moment, I try as hard as possible to keep the perspective by morning.
This is a gift. A hilarious, messy, difficult, blessed gift. It’s unpredictable and perfectly imperfect but I truly wouldn’t have it any other way. And today, while my little guy is acting sooooo 2, not giving me a minute to myself or curiously getting into every little thing he’s not supposed to, I’ll choose to preserve these moments. I’ll choose laughter and patience and silly moments. I’ll choose to honor this chapter of my life. Because really and truly, 2am garlic butter or not, I’m gonna miss this.