grrlTravels

Oh Spring, Where Art Thou?

Has anyone seen a glimpse of spring yet? Because here at our house, we are a little wee bit tired of winter. It's gotten bad enough that I save little bits of housework as a boredom buster for living with a two-year-old.

E. goes through phases with his playing. For a while it was "choo choos need help", a fascinating game in which the choo choos, engineered by E., chug down a steep ramp and crash, at which point they need help and the bulldozer, driven by yours truly, comes in to save the day. The latest game is "play toys...blankie", enchanting in its simplicity. The blankie is dropped on the floor in a heap, creating "mountains", "tunnels", and everyone's favorite "secret hideouts". The matchbox cars and trucks are then driven over the mountains, through the tunnels, and into the secret hideouts. Pick up the blankie and drop again for a totally new and fresh take on the game. New hideouts! Different tunnels! Sometimes a totally flat blankie which is still a "good one" and deserving of lengthy consideration.

Pathetically I now look forward with eager anticipation to the dishes and laundry. I play choo choos or blankie for as long as humanly possible without my brain melting and beginning to drip out of my ears. When the brain melt is imminent I say cheerily, "E., Mommy has to go and do the dishes. You can either stay here and keep playing or go with Mommy into the kitchen." And I am excited about the dishes. Truly impatient to go and wash them. Forthwith.

Please, please tell me that you are occasionally as desperate as I. When laundry is perceived as engrossing, then Houston, we have a problem.