September 2, 2016
In the realm of parenting, one might wonder if a mother truly indulges in bonbons throughout the day. Indeed, I do. I cleverly stash them atop the refrigerator, a strategic move to prevent my children from discovering them. If the bonbons were within reach, chaos would ensue—chocolate-smeared faces and hyperactive antics would dominate my morning. Therefore, I opt for clandestine nibbles while the kids await breakfast.
The breakfast routine is a delicate balance of demands; they each desire different options, which means I juggle oatmeal, toast, and cereal while simultaneously mixing juice and milk. By the time they’ve finished, I’ve already tackled a load of dishes, cleaned the counters, and my coffee has turned cold. Cold coffee signals it’s time for a bonbon.
Next comes the dressing ordeal. My eldest can dress himself, albeit with his shirt inside out. The middle child requires my assistance in choosing his outfit but can manage the dressing part. The youngest, however, evades clothing entirely, darting around like a giggling sprite. Capturing him to dress him feels akin to wrestling with an unwilling octopus. Once clothed, we tackle tooth brushing, followed by the hair, which has its own set of challenges. Let’s just say, I’ve earned my bonbon today.
Today, I set the children up with watercolors while I manage the daunting task of sorting seven overflowing baskets of clean laundry. To grasp the magnitude, picture one overflowing clothes basket and multiply that by seven—my couch is a sea of fabric. While my back protests, the kids begin to quarrel over a single water cup, prompting me to pour individual cups for each. The youngest immediately tips his over, and with that, the watercolor session is abruptly concluded.
I usher the kids outside with our dog, knowing our privacy fence guarantees no unwelcome visits from social services. With two of the three capable of fetching me in case of trouble, I dive back into laundry and start preparing lunch. My objective is a nutritious meal featuring a vegetable, meat, and grain, presented in a whimsical shape—perhaps an octopus or a bear. But when mealtime arrives, they refuse the creation, opting for plain bread instead. I seize the opportunity and finish their lunches, then enjoy a bonbon.
Post-lunch, the kids settle in for some television, providing me with a much-needed break. I sneak in a few bonbons as I browse Facebook, adding items to my cart on websites I can’t afford.
Reading time follows, which quickly devolves into a dispute over which book to read next. I resort to reciting beloved rhymes instead of reading the text, but at least they allow me to read “Dragons Love Tacos.” Their inexplicable favorite remains an old guide to Fraggles from a thrift store. I should not be subjected to such literary choices; pass me a bonbon, please.
Cleaning the bathroom becomes a chaotic affair. The children swarm around, intrigued by the spray bottles and brushes. To keep them from raiding the Clorox, I hand them mini spray bottles of water. I spend a few minutes scrubbing the inevitable mess left by little boys who struggle to aim. They leave muddy footprints on the freshly cleaned floor, necessitating another round of cleaning. Even if my bonbon tastes of bleach, it remains a welcome treat.
Next, we embark on the magical adventure of room cleaning, where imaginative play meets reality. The initial enthusiasm quickly wanes, leading to whining and tantrums. I attempt to divide tasks, but it lasts all of two minutes before I’m the only one left cleaning. I sing the cheerful cleanup song repeatedly, but it feels like an uphill battle. That bonbon is certainly a hard-earned reward.
Finally, as I begin preparing dinner, chaos reigns supreme as the children once again wreak havoc in their rooms. At that moment, I decide it’s time for another bonbon.
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In conclusion, the daily life of a parent is filled with chaotic routines and unexpected challenges. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a simple bonbon serves as a delightful reminder of self-care amidst the demands of motherhood.
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