Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Tooth Fairy Flies Solo

As many of you know, Brian recently took a new job, as his last job required too much travel and at this new company, he wouldn't have to travel at all.  So he started last month, and was informed last week that he'd need to do some traveling.  Naturally.  Although promised this wouldn't be the just so happens this project he walked into would require someone to be onsite to get it back on track. And here's the's in...Batesville, Indiana. Where??  Batesville.  Population 6,500.  It's claim to fame is that it's home to the "Batesville Casket Company".  Manufacturer of caskets.  There's a Steak N Shake well as a CVS - so you know it's metropolitan.  International jet setters who visit this destination have to actually fly into Cincinnati - the closest airport, rent a car and then drive and hour and a half to Batesville.  Reminiscent of the movie "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles". 

Needless to say, I'm on day 6 of parenting solo and I've gotta tell you...I'm tired and just a wee bit overwhelmed.  It's been 24/7 - I mean, not that it isn't always, but it seems like I can't even manage to get an hour to myself at night to watch some trashy reality tv.  As soon as I get them all settled in for bed, someone needs water, or snuggles, or is afraid of the dark (this is a new thing) even though the hall light is on allll night. Or someone stubbed their toe and needs a Sponge Bob band-aid, or they lay in their beds screaming "potty talk" back and forth to each other. Then they finally get to sleep and someone (usually Ben) wakes up and I can hear the pitter patter of his little feet down the hallway before he comes in and jumps in bed with me and the rest of my night consists of feet and arms flailing about in the bed while I attempt to carve out 2 square feet of space for me to sleep until the dog decides she wants in on the 3am cuddle fest and jumps in and sprawls out on my feet rendering them trapped under the 200 pound mastiff.  Yes, I'm tired.  Mommy needs a break. 

On Friday night, it actually looked like we were on track for an early bedtime.  Baths had been taken, babies were tuckered out from a busy day...and by 7:45 they were on their way to dreamland.  Ahhh, yes...I settled in on the couch with the mastiff and tuned in to some Real Housewives Of Orange County of wine in one hand, Brynn's big head on my shoulder as we watched the drama unfold.  And then it happened.  I heard the pitter patter of little feet heading down the stairs....this time it was Lauren....and she said the words that no mother is ever prepared for - "My tooth is loose!"  And then she burst into hysterical tears and the rest of the night consisted of me consoling her trying to reassure her this was an exciting time, and that the tooth fairy would be coming soon.  As I secretly freaked out - having no idea this was going to happen so soon - I called Brian and Grandma and even Lauren's cousins who are a little older than her to help calm her down and convince her there was nothing to be afraid of. I googled "at what age do teeth start falling out" and was assured we were right on track. So off went The Real Housewives and on went Finding Nemo while we snuggled on the couch until after 11pm until she finally accepted this wasn't the end of the world and fell asleep. 

Saturday night was looking like it may hold some we had spent the day at a graduation party running around and having fun.  The kids were exhausted and Lauren had embraced the loose tooth, so all was good.  I had them in bed early and even managed to take 4 bites of food before all hell broke loose. Lauren's tooth had fallen out,  which started a new wave of tears and just general chaos.  She stood at the top of the stairs - tooth in hand - tears streaming down her little face - as Ben tried to pry to tooth out of her clenched hand to see what it looked like.  Lauren cried because her tooth had fallen out, and Ben cried because his tooth hadn't fallen out and he wanted it to. 

***I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the makers of Mondavi Wines for providing Savignon Blanc - aka - "sanity juice". Keep on doing what you're doing...*** 

And in case you're wondering - the tooth fairy came and left $5 for that tooth (and left Ben $1 for being a supportive brother).  In the morning, Lauren was very excited but also perplexed because she thought the tooth fairy only brought coins.  Lesson learned.  Ben on the other hand, was offended that he only got $1 under his pillow and Lauren got $5.  Me?  I'd just be happy to have a pillow all to myself and  if someone wants to slip a bottle of savignon blanc under it while I sleep, I promise not to be offended :)

Me & my little pillow thieves :)