So far, it is all I can do to assure that everyone has eaten and maintains a certain level of hygiene. I am not referring to a state of cleanliness, I simply mean to keep them from sitting in their own shit. If I have accomplished these small tasks, it is a days work done and I am a satisfied mum.
Though, there are days in which all involved suffer on these two apparently "simple" tasks.
Amara may sit in a dirty diaper for over an hour, Juani may scream from the bathroom for me to "check his butt" for a good 20 minutes and Claudio may eat frozen pre-made burgers and fries for dinner, something unprecedented in my household. But at the end of the day, we pass out, stomachs full and arses dry. And as for complaints, well they don't even go in one ear in order to come out the other.
As for the men in my life, Juani has had his ups and downs with big brotherhood - some days I think he loves Amara so much he wants to smother her to death with kisses and other days he will say things like, "Mommy, the blue car is me and the red car is Amara. Oh oh! Amara died," pushing the red Corvette over the table's ledge and allowing it to tumble to its "death."
But besides a few meltdowns clearly driven by a need for attention, he is helpful and loving.
Claudio has also had his ups and downs. Initially he confessed to feeling as though he was having a sort of "affair" with our new little lady, as he had never loved anyone as much as he loves me until she came along. However, when his lack of breasts came to light and her love for her mommy grew with familiarity, he suffered a bit of emotional rejection saying things like, "She wants nothing to do with me," sniffle sniffle.
But all this will pass with time.
