So today was the full day of single parenthood. The morning started out nice and early as I was up by 6am. I was trying to get a beat on my alarm (and Peyton) which usually go off (come in) at about the same time, 630am. I got ready and just as I finished up, I heard my door open. My plan was to pick her up, change her clothes and snuggle. As soon as her clothes were changed, she just wanted to eat. That’s our routine – change your clothes and then eat. But I didn’t want to wake Brandon up since he hadn’t gone to sleep until after 9pm last night. I convinced Peyton to chillax for at least 15 minutes, then Brandon poked his head in. Peyton said, “Oh, Bruddah awake now.” She had been whispering so as not to awaken Brandon. So we headed down for breakfast. Peyton asked me, “Where daddy go?” I told her he was at work. She said, “When daddy return?” I didn’t know she knew what return was, so I asked her again and she repeated, “When daddy return?” Maybe she hears we are returning a movie, I dunno, it sounded weird coming out of her. Peyton was set up with breakfast first, and she called, “Come and eat, Bruddah!” Brandon came bounding down the stairs, fully dressed, and said, “What time is Daddy coming home?” I said at night time. He clarified, “Like when it’s dark? Or half-dark?” Haha…I liked the half-dark part. Since it’s getting dark so much later now, it is strange that it is still light and the kids are in bed. While eating breakfast, Peyton was being silly. She said, “Peyton is 5 and Bruddah is 2.” Brandon didn’t like that at all; he wanted her to say it right. She kept repeating it, taunting him. We left for school about 15 minutes earlier than we normally do, since I wanted to leave work early to pick both kids up with plenty of time to spare. I got them both to school without any incident. Got to work and did my thing for the day. I was about to clock out when I heard my phone ring. I thought it was my last patient calling again for something else and turned out to be another woman with whom I’d been playing phone tag. I was watching the minutes go by as I stopped to talk to her. I had to put her on hold while calling our manager to inform her that I’d be staying OT (thus taking even longer to explain the situation of why I was trying to leave before 5pm today – argh!). I clocked out right at 5pm, when I was supposed to leave 20 minutes earlier. The mad dash to pick up the kids started. It’s like a race against the clock. Peyton only stopped briefly to look at pictures on our way out and went without too much resistance. We got into the car, and she expected to see Brandon there. I was hurrying her to go get Brandon, and she thought I meant he was already in the car. She was disappointed there was no Brandon, but happily played with her game. 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Plenty of time. The teacher had to tell me about an incident at school. A potty incident, which was not very pleasant. Peyton was in my arms the entire time and listened intently, while Brandon finished cleaning up the sandbox toys and dumped the sand out. I talked to him about it in the car, and Peyton said, “Mommy’s not happy to you, Bruddah.” Always gotta pipe up and give her two cents, that one. Later the tables turned. Peyton was the one who was throwing a fit, and throwing her food on the floor. I told her she had to pick up every single grain of rice she threw on the floor before eating any other food. Brandon had gone upstairs to take a bath as I had requested since he was full of sand. When he came down, he saw the drama going on and quietly ate his food, and made no noise. After Peyton calmed down and picked up all the food, she told me she was ready. Then she said, “Slow down, Bruddah. You eating too fast.” After dinner and her yogurt/dessert, I took her upstairs to take a bath. She became upset again when she was taking too long and I just took her socks off for her. She was so upset, she ran away from the bath to cry down the hall. She was inconsolable, over a sock. So I picked her up and asked her what was wrong. She hugged me and just kept sobbing. I asked her if she missed daddy (as this is how Brandon usually shows he missed Daddy, but acting up randomly). Brandon saw me ask her and said, “Oh yeah, Mommy, maybe she really misses Daddy.” She looked up with her sad, teary face, and said, “No,” while shaking her head back and forth. Oh well, so much for that theory. After she had a good cry on my shoulder, she was good again. We had an uneventful bath, and read 2 of her books and one longer for Brandon. She was excited to jump into his bed for booktime. Both went to their respective rooms without much fuss. I decided to hop in the shower and hope for the best. I warned Peyton about leaving her room. As soon as I got in, Brandon came over to tell me she was out of her room. I asked him not to touch her (don’t pick her up, etc, etc), and he agreed. I told him to tell her she’d better be back in her room by the time I was out or she’d have no more “Daddy’s blanket”. I took my time, finished up, and went out for a look. Both kids were still in their respective rooms, rolling around on their beds. Dave just texted he was getting back on the plane, right at 8pm. Told him not to come back home without any milk 🙂
In another Peyton story, the other day I was changing her diaper. She screamed, “NO, I WANT TO CHANGE THE DIAPER!” I told her, “Who’s the mommy?” She emphatically declared, “PEYTON.” I asked her again, and pointed to myself. She looked down, and said, with less enthusiasm, “Robyn.”
Miss Kristina fixed her hair into two braids down each side of her head. Peyton started twirling her head back and forth whipping the braids around against her face. She said, “Miss Kristina showed me.” I, too, used to do that when I was little.