Or a gerbil.
Or guinea pig.
Or a rat.
Pick your small, stinky rodent. I try to avoid the stinky part. But still...
Whatever works. But that's me.
A hamster.
Call it February in Minnesota.
Call it a rut.
Call it being 35.
Call it being a full-time working mom.
Call it starting a new business and being broke.
Call it what you want. But I am definitely a hamster.
Each day, I get up and do the same things. We make the same breakfasts.
We have to persuade the kids to put on the same boots. I trip over the same toys.
The dirty dishes are in the same place.
I go to work. And sit at the same desk.
And look at the same lights.
At the end of the day, I race out, grab kids from various locations.
Get home. Dishes are still there. Kids add their projects to the existing mess.
So are the toys.
Stare at my fridge, unsure what to make.
Cobble together a dinner.
Groan about the dishes.
Kind of do them.
Wash some clothes.
Fold some clothes.
Watch some mindless TV.
Write.
Watch part of the news and feel like I am 80 when I "stay up for the weather."
Crash.
Do it all again.
I am a hamster.
Tonight though, I made a decision not to feel hamster-ish about my night. I was going to get off the wheel and really enjoy the night. Eli helped that by having a blast in the bath.
Cute, adorable, belly laughter. I couldn't get enough of it, so I had the kids grab me the camera.
Okay moms and dads who bathe toddlers. Do you recognize that face at the end?
Um, yeah, the "I am pooping in the bath tub" face? Well in case you didn't know if before, now you do.
Yup, just to break up our little break and drag me kicking and screaming back to reality, Eli pooped in the tub. Be thankful I edited the video where I did.
Back on the hamster wheel.
