Three kids running in three directions makes me feel a bit like I take two steps back for every step forward. And, of course, there's the cleaning (laundry, sweeping, mopping, wiping--not noses or butts--countertops and tables). And the freaking FEEDING. Good grief do they eat. All I do is buy food, prepare food, run the dishwasher and start the process all over again. Mr. G eats like seven times a day.
Yesterday I finished packing Mr. T for camp, cleaned up after the thunderstorm, tidied up a bathroom (unplugged toilet, replaced toilet paper roll, grabbed soggy towel tossed in corner and replaced with clean one, shrugged my shoulders at the dirty floor), checked emails, made breakfast, finished freezing a batch of strawberries and hustled Mr. G and Mr. B to summer school. I whipped up birthday party invitations for Mr. G's friends, got stamps, mailed them, dropped by the bank, swung through Subway for everyone's lunch, wrote a note for Speedy and drove Mr. T 2 hours Up North to camp.
After dropping Mr. T at camp, I returned home in time to grab my shopping list and bags. I drove to pick up Mr. G from karate camp, hit the grocery store and came home to unpack the groceries and toss food at Mr. G and Jax (because the dog likes dinner, too). Then we drove over to watch Mr. B finish his baseball practice, gather him, head to Mr. D's baseball game and shell out cash for concessions (everyone's hungry again). We got home, swam a bit, I gathered a ginormous pile of dirty laundry (after dumping out a small pile of clean laundry so I could use the basket) and everyone felt hungry for supper. I tossed a second load in the wash and ran the dishwasher at 9:30 and finally commanded Mr. G and Mr. B to bed (with stories, prayers, etc.).
Oh, Mrs. Duggar, how do you do it? You have exponentially more kids AND a TV show. AND a blog, apparently. I'm feeling inadequate in a mighty way these days and I don't even watch the Duggars (or any other TV because there isn't time).
Yet somehow I get the feeling that having more kids isn't the answer for me.
I'd piss and moan about the state of chaos here, but two kids are up and want food and I need to race a month's worth of recycling to the curb so I can fit the Momvan in the garage again...