my 'other' children

Isn't it ironic (cue the Alanis Morissette since songs seems to be the theme of everyone's posts lately), that though I changed my whole world to be home with my two children, I actually take better care of the two that aren't even mine.

Example one: For lunch yesterday I served fettuccine with chicken, plums, fresh green beans and milk. When it's just me and my boys it's nuked chicken nuggets, applesauce and baby carrots or we head to McDonald's for our Friday lunch out. (Which happens to be pretty much every Friday. Should I be worried that all the employees know me and my children? When I go up to the counter I feel like they are giving me a wink like they know how I hate to cook for my children or anybody for that matter. I actually tried ordering 'the usual' one time, but they just looked at me like I was crazy, like they didn't actually know who I was. I take offense, you know who I am, I'm the hot-Fridays-at-McDonald's-Mom! Don't I look hot with my hair pulled back, flip flops on, toting two kiddos?)



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Example two: I change the 'other' baby's diapers three to four times while he is here. Wyatt, on the other hand, is stuck in soggy-doggy diapers until either he decides to poop in it or if he's going to bed (because, yes I do like him to have a fresh diaper for the night, aka I'm not getting up in the middle of the night because he's peed all over the sheets; change sheets, change him, unnecessarily launder sheets, I'm just that kind of a mom).


Example three: I write down everything for the parents. They know what CDs I played, what books we read, what toys they played with, what they ate, when they peed and pooped, they know all the 'necessities' of their dear sweet child-in-my-care. My husband is lucky if he find out when my children eat, I mean our children. Yes, our children.


My point is really that I will take good care of the children in my care. (for those of you that were worried, I only blog during nap time(s) and when I'm ignoring my own children, I guess that should be example four). I'm interviewing four families this week for a rarity of all things rare, an infant opening. I'm in the lucky position that I get to choose who I bring into my childcare, but it's hard, I have to tell families 'no', I'm not taking care of that most precious person in your life because I've chosen someone elses.


But I also want to tell them, 'Hey, I'm the anti-supermom, I'm choosing other people's children over my own too.'