I am not sure what I would do without the support of my parents (my children’s grandparents). Just a few weeks ago, all three of the grandparents teamed up to help watch my kids while my husband and I went on a five-day vacation without the kids. It is not often that we get to spend time like that together, and I am forever thankful for the grandparents for stepping us to help us in the midst of their busy work schedules.
Not only did they help us while we were on vacation but they regularly watch our kids so that we can continue to have at least two date nights a month. I seriously would lose my sanity without them.
I was so glad to find this blog post about how grandparents that help with their grandchildren can actually also benefit health wise. I related so much to this post and also just want to shout a big thank you to my kid’s grandparents because we could not do this without them!
Does any other working parent out there relate to me on how one can pack so many things into the hours of 5-8 pm? Without a doubt, 5-8 pm is the most chaotic time during my weekday. When I get home from work each day around 5 pm, toys are thrown all over the living room, and my kids are typically running around like animals. Once we get them settled down, my husband and I typically divide and conquer dinner since we typically cook three different meals, including one for us, one for my daughter, and one for my dairy-allergic son.
Following dinner, playing continues for the little guy, and reading or writing practices ensue for my Kindergarten girl. If it is bath night, we try to do baths for them at the same time to speed up the process followed by lotion, jammies, and combing my daughter’s hair, which compares to Rapunzel, because, you know, that’s her favorite princess. By the time we get my son in bed by 7 pm, I am exhausted by it all but still have to pack lunches for both, lay out school clothes, and spend more quality time with my daughter. What gets me through this crazy time? As much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy sitting for a few minutes and scrolling through Instagram to watch the stories. In fact, my toddler now enjoys watching Instagram stories with me. That’s probably a mom fail, but it brings me a moment of peace in an otherwise wild atmosphere.