One of the most wonderful things has happened since Jack started preschool. Sarah and I get to spend three hours together, just us girls. Jack was an only child for almost 2 years. He and I spent a lot of time, all of our time, together. And after Sarah, he, and she, had to share my attention. But for the first time, Sarah and I have just girl time. We have such fun! We run errands, and I only have to get one child in and out of the car seat a dozen times, only one to fit into the cart, and only one to bounce on my hip to and from the car with another hand free for our bags.
Or if we stay home, we put laundry in and straighten up and I have my little shadow right there at my knee. When there are two here, it can get loud and chaotic and I sometimes sit back and look at the scene of two grumpy, crying, pouting, fussing, noisy kiddos and think, "what do I do, AAAAARRRGGGHHH?" But with one, it seems more manageable to stop what I'm doing and eat pretend food pretend-cooked with care, or to rock a baby doll and buckle her into the stroller.
And with one:
Edited to add: Okay, who let Sarah read my blog? She decided that girl time today should not be any easier than when I have the two, but rather should actually be harder. Why help mommy with the laundry, or even just ignore mommy with the laundry, when you could try and wear it all and scream and stomp your feet when you can't get the sleeve up your arm? My tired banshee, I mean cherub, is upstairs asleep, having crashed in a fit of tears, screams, whines and stomping.