The best thing about this Mother's Day? I didn't have to clean up the puke. The worst thing? My baby boy was sick, and we couldn't spend the day together as a family.The door prize? Celeste and I spent the day together at the mall. We shopped, sprayed each other with perfume, and had cocktails (kiddie for her; margarita for me) and pie at the Cheesecake Factory.
What did I learn today? One kid is SO INCREDIBLY EASY! Easy, easy, easy. From now on, when parents of singletons say to me, "You're so lucky you have twins. They'll play together, and it will be hardly be any work at all," I'm going to tell them they're full of shit. It's true that two kids often play together, but it is loud and iterspersed with fighting, finger pointing and pleas for help. It is hardly relaxing. And when the kids aren't loud, watch out. They are doing something very bad, like painting the bathtub or the cat or themselves. But, one kid, he just plays by himself. Quietly. For hours. It must be awesome.