High Hopes

I had these high hopes in mind when Big Brother started preschool; high naive hopes.

I could just see myself being able to accomplish so much more with only Baby Jaws to deal with. I would have three hours every morning free of arguing, free of toy fights, free of boys chasing each other through the house while screaming at the top of their lungs. I would have time to clean, do laundry and do paperwork. I would have a little extra time to do some things I wanted to do. I would have some one on one time with Baby Jaws. I have had plenty of one on one time, but not how I imagined.

All I have found time for is chasing Baby Jaws to pluck him out of whatever trouble he has gotten himself into. I don't remember Big Brother being quite this bad. Maybe he just seemed better because at the time, he was the only one. Maybe I just have amnesia from all the troublesome things he did when he was smaller.

But I have another theory. Baby Jaws is just like his Daddy. From his looks to his personality to the way he raises just one eyebrow when he looks at me (which drives me crazy because I can't do it), he is a little version of my husband. Because of this, I know this is where he gets his knack for getting into everything he's not supposed to be in and making messes. And just like his Daddy, when I get onto him, he just looks at me and laughs in my face. So I realize my high hopes are just hopes and nothing more.

I hope we have more toilet paper.