Hit the ground running.
Feed and dress and change and sometimes change again (Ben!) and hair (she requests bwaids lately) and no, you cannot watch tv until you get dressed.
Smoothies and grab lunch and bottles, extra clothes (Ben!), jackets and kisses and out the door (how late will I be today?!).
Lunchtime brings errands and groceries and diapers and-oh yeah-I need a present for (insert party, shower, holiday).
Fight the traffic and race to pick up the loves. Listen to Avery's stories about her day-who said what and what was for lunch and if they got to play outside and what letter they talked about.
Try to get dinner ready while pleasing a baby that wants attention and putting off a 3 year old that needs a band-aid, glue, a vitamin, help getting a princess dress on.
Then it's clean-up and bath and bottle and whew! one down, one to go.
Another bath-sometimes together if the timing works-and pjs and books and a drink of water and back rub and wait! you forgot my socks.
Off to the gym.
Get back, change out the laundry.
Oh yeah-Arthur wants in. And is hungry.
Pick up and put away all the things.
Make bottles and lunch. Food for Ben. Maybe prep dinner for the next day. Start dishwasher.
Lay out clothes for the next day.
Oh yeah, I need to read a couple chapters and write a paper, too (always looming).
Wake up and do it all again.
Anyone else feel like they're in a constant rat race?!
Don't get me wrong-I love my life and I'm grateful for it. I just wish things could slow down a bit.
Or I could get a housekeeper.