Divide and conquer or fall asleep trying…

WARNING: This article may contain content you feel does not relate to you as a parent. If that is the case then please read the last sentence out loud when you get around to it.

But I digress.

A couple of weeks ago, I was interviewed by Sarah Welch, co-founder of Buttoned Up, for an upcoming book titled Pretty Neat (Get Organized and Let Go of Perfection). Her questions got me thinking as well as talking (maybe too much) about how my wife and I get through the day now that we have our very own demolition man (see my previous post on that subject) in our home.

I do marvel how parents, especially single parents, get through the day with even a shred of sanity left and chapeau to all who survive because I barely do.

My wife and I live far from home, so to speak, because we do not have family in New York. So like many other parents we have to go at it alone. Given our Latin culture this is known as “roughing it”. Many of our friends and relatives living in Italy with children have free access to babysitters, nannies, live in nurses, cooks, chauffeurs, cleaning ladies, butlers etc. No, not because of Socialism (although, and I can just see my inbox flooding with hate mail, that helps), but rather thanks to relatives, especially grandmothers, who are available 24/7. These are the same parents that complain they are so tired and then tell you that grandma just arrived and they are off to their weekly dinner and a movie or taking off for a weekend of fun – just the two of them.

Am I jealous? What do you think?

The last time I went to the movies with my wife was during her third trimester and we gave up because the bathroom breaks were so frequent that, really, what was the point of staying through the end? So now we wait for the rare visits from relatives and get our night out which consists of falling asleep in our plates at a nearby restaurant.

We cannot complain, though, we get cable and stuff. To even dream, though, of watching something together is all about learning to divide and conquer. The need for organization becomes primal. It is the only way to survive and now that we have a kid you failure is not an option. Putting off anything means getting your ass kicked by the very same thing you put off the following day or worse, the day after next (and when that happens is sucks – big time).

So, as the great Bill Cosby would say: “The same thing happens every night.”

After work and after picking up my son from day care (no not the free kind), my wife prepares dinner and starts to feed the demolition man shortly before I (usually) get home. Since he will kill himself if left unsupervised while preparing dinner (and really any other second of the day) it means pots and pans and plates are waiting for me the moment I walk in the door. I am pretty OCD so I literally put my bag down, roll up my sleeves and get into it with the dishes. This must be done or no TV.

While feeding demolition man my wife feeds me and herself (imagine a female Shiva). Then rocks scissors papers for play time and bath time with demolition man while the other parent finishes hosing down the entire house to erase my son’s daily activities. This must be done or no TV.

Then we tag team on getting him to stop running around the house naked (and potentially peeing on things) and wrangling him into his PJs and a straight jacket (just kidding, unfortunately it’s only a sleep sack). This must me done or no TV.

Once demolition man joins the sugar plum fairies, or whomever he is talking to in his sleep, we sadly pull out our laptops and finish whatever work has been left unattended. This must be done or no TV.

And if we are still conscious we watch TV. Rarely getting very far.

And this is an easy night if you don’t factor in laundry and other household chores. So divide and conquer is our MO and our only means of retaining some sanity once the day is over.

As I said, we are lucky, we have each other and we split tasks. I marvel at those who can pull this off on their own – true parenting superheroes.

For those parents who do not have a clue what I am talking about after reading this, what can I say, you suck.

7 thoughts on “Divide and conquer or fall asleep trying…

  1. Elisa @ Globetrottin says:

    "divide and conquer" is the way it works around here, too. We take turns in giving Stella a bath, divide leftover house chores in the weekend, and I often wish and pray for a lovely sitter, like the one we had in the US, who was 10 bucks an hour, sweet and responsible and the girls loved her, so my husband and I had a chance to go out on a date every could of months. Ah, I miss dates. Easting food I hadn't cooked myself and being able to eat and talk uninterrupted…. sheer bliss!

  2. PJ Mullen says:

    Yep, that sounds about right. I can't even remember the last time we were able to go out and when we did stay out beyond 8pm. This past Saturday we spent the hour or so between our son's bedtime and our bedtime combing through the bins of clothes that no longer fit him to see if there was anything gender neutral we could recycle for our little girl when she's born.
    .-= PJ Mullen´s last blog ..Sweatshirt Blanket’s Spread Your Warmth Campaign =-.

  3. soccermom says:

    That sucks that you dont have anyone to come in to lend a hand so that you two can have some alone time. I know that over time it tends to wear on the relationship. I was a single parent for a short time, and it was very tough. At least my two kids were 5 years apart. That helped a little. Life is just easier with two parents.

    LOVE the roughin it line. I have hear that one a millions times at home.

  4. edathomedad says:

    I can relate. The only way we can make it through the day is by teaming up. Tivo is the only way we can watch tv and even with that we always fall asleep during a program. Then we have to remember where we fell asleep. Usually three tries to finish one show.
    .-= edathomedad´s last blog ..The Smuggler. =-.

  5. Jennifer @ three pug says:

    Survival at its finest.

    We don't have any local family either, and it does make it hard. We are desperately trying to get my mom to move to this town, but she's coming from NJ, not overseas, so it's a little more reasonable.

    It sounds like you've got a system down, and soon enough, demolition man won't be demolitioning quite as much 🙂
    .-= Jennifer @ three pugs & a baby´s last blog ..{ my solo movie adventure. complete with spoilers } =-.

  6. ThePapaPost says:

    Its not hard but very very hard. The toys are all over the lounge, the sink is full, the laundry is packed away in plastic bags… Unless you have outside help I suggest, drop your standards and suck up the pride.
    .-= ThePapaPost´s last blog ..Happy Mother’s Day! =-.

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