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downfall of distracted parenting

 The draft of this blog was written while I was sitting on the toilet.  Yes, I'm serious, no I'm not doing...that.  Lily's having a bath and I have lifeguard duty.  I've been wanting to write a blog entry for a day or two now but nothing really out of the ordinary has happened.  Just status quo.  Yeah I've been busy but nothing really that funny has occurred and since this isn't twitter I just can't list what I ate today, since this isn't Facebook I can't tell you where I ate the food and since this isn't instagram I can't take a picture of what I ate and pass it off as an entry.  I've been going to Strong Start regularly or as I'm calling it this week "toddler fight club" but there is only so much I can touch on that subject, plus isn't one of the rules of fight club is that you can't talk about it.  I wouldn't know, I'll admit it right here that I have never seen the movie myself.  Unless it features a real housewife or a zany penguin in it, chances are I haven't seen it.
  But back to writing this:  I'm in our cramped bathroom that smells like used kitty litter and I have to pause every few seconds to remind my toddler of the dangers of standing up in the bath.  Does this count as "me" time or do I get partial credit for trying?  I mean when you have two demanding kids under 2 there is little time to stop and smell the roses before one of them stomps on them because some kid taught them that's what you do with flowers.  Finding time for yourself becomes as challenging as trying to remove your child from the swing at the park: not impossible but you have to be pretty sneaky (and have snacks, toddlers love snacks).  Being a parent is awesome but it doesn't leave much downtime, sometimes you have to sacrifice your old needs for a little while.  I've slowly begun to learn that you have to find moments in your day to claim as your own or at least share with your child.
  Some may say that I'm doing the worst thing: stealing time from my toddler and I should be dedicated to the task at hand and not my own selfish needs.  First of all, are you one of the managers I use to work with that use to lecture us on time theft? Second of all parenting, is a 16hour a day job (if you're lucky enough to have a child that sleeps) with 24/7 on-call responsibilities.  As someone who used to have a job, I know that even in a 8hour day we find little ways to claim time as our own.  So I'm writting instead of reciting alebra equations while teaching my toddler French while she has a bath, you're probaly suppose to be making me a latte but instead you're checking your facebook, same thing...
  I tried to do my blog writing after the kids went to bed.   By the time Jo-Jo was asleep, I'd have 30mins of me time because I wanted to get to bed at a decent time so that I didn't resemble a cast member of the walking dead in the morning.  So here I am multitasking. 
Now if you exuse me, I have to get back to work, Lily is trying to use the soaker tub incline as a slide.