I stood at the counter in my kitchen, making lunch for my 20 month old grand daughter Maylynn (I call her MayMay or sometimes the May Monster)) and myself. I was feeling so proud of myself. It wasn’t even quite noon yet but I had managed to get all my housecleaning chores done. Straightened the downstairs, did 2 loads of laundry, one load of dishes, and had swept and mopped the kitchen, den, hallway, living room and dining room. And I managed to do it all with a toddler in tow.
Normally I’m lucky to get us dressed when I’m watching the May Monster. I often wonder how I used to do this with 3 kids under the age of 6. One is sometimes enough to do me in now. Of course, I was 20 years younger then too. Fifty year old women were not meant to raise little ones. If we were, menopause wouldn’t hit us until our 60’s.
Anyway, back to my story. As I was making lunch, I listened to MayMay in the backyard. I had the back door open so I could hear and see her easily. She was talking to her best friends, two of our dogs Buddy and Roxy. I couldn’t see her at the moment but as long as I could hear her, I wasn’t worried. We moms know, when it comes to silence, and if the kids are not sleeping, then they are definitely into something.
As I was making lunch and patting myself on the back for getting so much housework done, I felt an unfortunately familiar slight sting on the back of my legs. I turned around to find the May Monster grinning at me with a plastic toy bucket in her hand. She had just flung dirt from the gardenia bush I had recently put in a big planter on the patio all over me, and the newly mopped floor. Being that the floor was still wet, it was now turning into mud. I wanted to cry in frustration. Another reason 50 year old women don’t need to be raising toddlers although I suspect this would frustrate women of any age.
MayMay loves digging. She particularly loves digging in my big planter with the new little gardenia bush. It’s been a battle to keep her out of it. I kept telling her mother (my daughter) that we needed to get her a sandbox to dig in. Lately she has been throwing it at the dogs or me which is so much fun. NOT! Now she’s bringing it in the house to throw at me too? UGH! Toddlers are just so much fun.
Ok, so I cleaned up the mess on the floor, and Maylynn, and me and as we ate lunch, I thought about what I could do to keep her out of that planter. I could move it to the front yard, but it’s really heavy. Maybe barbed wire around it? Nah, I don’t want to go that far. She would probably just end up getting hurt. Even chicken wire probably wouldn’t stop the May monster.
I made a decision. After lunch, we went on a shopping trip to K Mart to look for a sandbox. I was looking for one of those cute little turtle sandboxes with the lid on it. Unfortunately they were out of sandboxes. But they had plenty of kiddie pools. So I bought a cheap, plastic pool and a bunch of sand and even a bag of sand box toys.
I set it up later that afternoon while MayMay took a nap. She was so excited to see her very own sandbox full of toys when she woke up. She played in it for quite some time. I sat out there with her for awhile feeling very relieved that she didn’t even glance over at the planter. Mission accomplished!
I left her playing in it while I went inside and started dinner, feeling very proud of myself that I had solved this problem when suddenly, I felt the familiar sting on the back of my legs AGAIN! Only this time it was sand! UGH!
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