Tonight was my first significant chunk of time with the two boys by myself. I've taken them on walks before, but this was the first time that I actually had both boys to myself for a couple of hours. Not as much fun as I'd like.
So, The Wife leaves for orchestra practice at 6:50. By 7, both children are screaming bloody murder. Younger Bro was the more serious, so I tried to soothe him. The Boy worked his issue out reasonably quickly, when he figured out that I wasn't going to give him Rice Chex (he's already constipated, doesn't need more rice). After 30 minutes of screaming, Younger Bro finally calmed down. The clincher was running the bathwater - the white noise sound calmed him down. I'm happy about that. He took some milk then fell asleep. I put him in his bed.
The Boy was watching Elmo in the bedroom by himself during much of this, just kind of playing with a broom for a while. I changed him, finished his meds, and sat him on my lap to watch some baseball. My colleague from work called, and we chatted for fifteen minutes or so - I avoid work stuff on this blog very strongly, but I find it interesting that he trusts a college senior implicitly, yet needs to explain basic marching band technique to a guy who's been successfully teaching it for a decade now. Sigh.
Anyway, The Boy nodded off during the conversation. I changed him - he was stone cold asleep on the changing table - and put him in bed. He squawked at me briefly, then remained asleep and hasn't stirred.
I did a little bit of housework, then started shaving. Of course, with a head full of shaving cream, that was when Younger Bro woke up and started yelling. I finished shaving hurredly, then stuck a bottle in his mouth. He drank half, then fell asleep, woke up, drank more, fell asleep. I moved him into his bed and turned the lullabies back on. Whew. Then, I actually showered.
It's 10:20, and I'm exhausted. Don't get me wrong - three hours with the children is NOT that bad. It's certainly nothing in comparison to The Wife spending the entire day at the Valerie Fund with him. But, considering that I haven't slept a full night in months and have started work after a 16 hour day yesterday, I'm pretty beat. Now, I'm going to bed.