Survivor - Mom Edition: Day Two - UPDATE

The natives grow restless...

The morning went smoothly, and then hunger set in. Foraged for food. One native required a PB&J. One native required a grilled cheese. One native required a mayo sandwich, cheese on the side. One native required purees and small pieces of banana…spoon-fed. The tribe became overly excited by eating together, and eating turned into playing with food. This culminated in one piece of mayo-covered bread being rubbed all over the eating surface. Used the lollipops provided by Medium Native’s preschool teacher as incentive to finish food. Do not feel the slightest bit guilty. Discovered much later that a significant portion of food ended up on the floor. Don’t know if Small Native discovered it, or how many new foods he may have exposed himself to.

Scarfed down my own grilled cheese, and discovered we were already late for naptime. Had to clean up massive piles of toys to uncover napping surfaces. Natives refused to help. Threats were issued without much effect. Natives were ushered through pottying. Tribal mood became tense. With much difficulty, three natives were put to nap sequentially, miraculously without tears. Large Native was unable to nap as we were now out of sleeping areas. Did some rushed cleanup, then took 5 minute power nap on the sofa while Large Native wrote and solved her own math problems. Feel refreshed! Wonder if I can take credit for Large Native's math prowess without having had any direct involvement in it?

Borrowed Native bit his own lip. No unsafe situations or other natives seem to have been involved, and crying was momentary. However, blood was spilled. Wondering how many points I will lose for that. Pretty sure point loss doubles for a native that is borrowed.

All natives are now up from nap. Three larger natives are now watching Bob the Builder. Small Native has been given a sippy cup of water to cart all around the house, because it makes him content. I have also neglected to remove his pacifier post-nap. Still no guilt. Perhaps I have lost my guilt center? I didn’t think that was possible for a Mom…