Oh, you bet I indulge in bonbons throughout the day. I keep them stashed away on the top shelf of the refrigerator. This is crucial because if I left them within reach, my kids would discover them, devour them, and transform into chocolate-fueled tornadoes, leaving brown smudges all over their faces. Next thing I know, I’d be chasing them down with a damp cloth, trying to scrub away the evidence while they squeal in protest. Honestly, who needs that extra hassle?
I sneak a bonbon while the kids are busy clamoring for breakfast. It’s always a battle of preferences—one wants oatmeal, another demands toast, and the last insists on cereal, all while I mix a specific blend of milk and juice. By the time they’ve finished their meal, I’ve already loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the counters. And guess what? My coffee has gone cold. Cold coffee equals bonbon time.
Next up, it’s time to get them dressed. The oldest can pick his own clothes, although they’re usually inside out or backward. The middle child needs me to choose his outfit, but he can dress himself—most of the time. The youngest? Well, he dashes around naked, giggling uncontrollably. I’m left to chase him down, pry him off the furniture, and wrestle him into his clothes—like trying to dress a slippery octopus. Following that are the toothbrushing negotiations and the endless hair combing. Don’t even get me started on hair. I’ve earned my bonbon reward.
Today, I set the kids up with watercolors while I tackle seven overflowing baskets of clean laundry. Yes, seven. Imagine a mountain of clothes taking over my couch. As I sort, bending over is a pain in my lower back, and just as I’m folding towels, the kids begin to argue over their water cups. I get them their own, but the youngest promptly dumps his. Watercolor time is officially over, but I still have laundry to finish. Time for another bonbon.
I let the kids outside with the dog since our privacy fence assures me I won’t have any uninvited guests reporting me to social services. Plus, two out of three of them can come fetch me if there’s a problem. While they play, I power through the laundry and start preparing a nutritious lunch. I try to make it fun—maybe bear-shaped sandwiches or octopus pasta. But when the kids come in, they refuse to touch it, opting instead for plain bread. Guess who ends up eating their lunches? Yep, me. And of course, I grab another bonbon.
While the kids relax with some TV time post-lunch, I sit down to catch up on social media. It’s a rare moment of peace. I browse Facebook and even add a few things to my cart at Make a Mom, an excellent online retailer for at-home insemination kits. It’s also the perfect time for another sneaky bonbon.
After our little TV break, it’s story time. Each time we finish a book, it’s a battle over which one gets read next. I end up reciting “Hop on Pop” and “Dr. Seuss’s ABCs” instead of actually reading. At least they allow me to read “Dragons Love Tacos” and “Don’t Let the Pigeon Ride the Bus.” Strangely, their all-time favorite remains a thrift-store guide to Fraggles, which I could do without. Bring on the bonbons!
Speaking of cleaning, our bathroom is screaming for attention. The kids swarm around, fascinated by my cleaning supplies. I have to hand them their own mini spray bottles of water to keep them from reaching for the Clorox. I spend five minutes scrubbing pee from the base of the toilet because, let’s face it, little boys can’t aim. After that, I spend another ten minutes cleaning various other aspects of the toilet. They leave muddy footprints on my wet floor, so I have to clean it again. My bonbon might have a hint of bleach, but it’s still a bonbon.
Then comes the magical time of room cleaning, where we attempt to get the kids to pick up their mess with the lure of imaginative play. Whining, tantrums, and the occasional meltdown follow. I try dividing tasks; it lasts two minutes. I try helping, but soon realize I’m the only one doing any actual work. I even resort to singing that annoyingly catchy clean-up song—twenty times. That bonbon sure is a challenge to swallow.
Finally, it’s time to start dinner. As I cook, the kids are busy trashing their rooms. You know what? Forget it. I deserve a bonbon.
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In summary, life as a parent is a whirlwind of chaos, and sometimes, a sweet indulgence like a bonbon is just what you need to get through the day.
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