Um 8 Uhr im Schlafanzug

I do not know how other mothers are doing that...., but, well, now here I am. It is almost 9 o'clock pm, and I am determined to think and write and try to be creative, wonder how creative one can be after a day of changing diapers, and as the highlight of the day also some pyjama pants while reading good night stories and nursing a baby, wiping finger-paint from every imaginable body part of a 2 year old and and and. Sometimes I feel, I would not only need 8 more hours every day but also 8 more arms or maybe just another human being who cannot only take care of itself but also help with the not quite so simple daily tasks, like pouring boulognese sauce on a plate, not the table. But back to pyjamas. It is 9 p now and I run around in pyjamas since one hour, throwing out the last plastic bag filled with, well an "accident" - and I have to admit, my reaction to this was not really nice. So I threw her up on the changing table, roughly pulled down her paints while elegantly catching her sausage with a baby wipe, making a face of total disgust. Her reaction was simple and true: "Mama, you are bigger." And that put it all back in relation. How can a 2 year old be so smart. her day was the same as mine, okay, without diaper changing, cleaning, cooking, but she also was exhausted and, well, had this little accident while we were reading bedtime stories, and, she is still small, while I am the big grown up, even if I sometimes do not want to be that. But than, I just had to laugh, it is simple like that. And than even Sara offered her help - but by than I was fine with this last load of ... today.