Go ahead...judge me.

My parenting this last week or so has mostly consisted of the following:

1. Get home and give the kids a snack and juice. (Juice so I don't have to listen to them whine about how I am making them drink water). 
2. Go outside with the kids and sit in a chair while Connor pulls Sophia around in a wagon. 
3. Repeatedly shout "Run, more running" at them. 
4. Ask Ben what I should make for dinner and then tell him that I don't want to really make any of the things that he names. 
5. Make the kids sandwiches and give them a piece of fruit. 
6. Put on a movie for the kids to watch. 
7. Lay on the couch while the children watch said movie. 
8. Ask Ben if either of the kids smells bad enough to need a bath. 
9. Ask him to give necessary baths. 
10. Roll of the couch and fetch pajamas for the children - or even better ask Connor to get his own pajamas and a pair for Sophia too. 
11. Have Ben put Sophia to bed. 
12. Let Connor do whatever he wants to do and can do quietly for the next hour. 
13. Ask Ben to put Connor to bed. 
14. Crawl into our bed, put on the heating pad, and alternate between shouting "Get back in bed!" and "Go to sleep" for the next twenty minutes until the children are asleep. 

This is what my energy level permits right now. The kids won't know what to do when I actually start parenting them again and say things like "No, I think we've watched enough television over the past couple days, go read a book" or "drinking water is not going to kill you, you don't need juice." Fortunately for them, after Elinor is born, I will probably be so tired that this parenting trend will continue for a while. 

Someday I'll resume my position. Just not today...or tomorrow...or likely anytime in the next couple of months.