Ok, some of you are looking at this saying. This is a little short. What an odd post modern way to start part two of her story. Did I miss something?
Interestingly, while this, obviously is not my story, it does have something to do with the final question. There are days being home is not easy. There are days when they are. Then there are the days when you do the following:
Wake up way too early to hear the cheery sounds of little voices.
"Stop that! Stop that! I can be louder!"
Give everyone breakfast, vitamins, juice
Wash coffee pot
Scrape egg off the floor
Make formula to the sound of crying twins
Give book back to child
Put child in time out for hitting
Give bottles to the twins
Sweep up breakfast
Console daughter who is crying and won't go to school.
Console twins who are crying and drooling, in unison.
Console son who is crying "Save Ums! Save Ums! I want TV!"
Let son watch TV
Put babies to bed
Drag son, "Mr.Outdoors" from TV to outside so I can shovel the walk. All the while he is yelling "No mommy! I don't WANT to go outside!"
In and out. Soother for twin 1.
In and out. Soother for twin 2.
In and out. Soother.
Bottles for twins.
Book for son.
Coffee for mommy.
Burp for twins.
Snack for son.
Deep breath for mommy.
Swing for twin 1.
Exersaucer for twin 2.
Magnets for son.
Telephone vacation offer for mommy.
"Do they take kids?" I ask? "I have four?"
Dead air for mommy.
So, as you can see, this is just the FIRST part of my day. Actually, the first part of my day for the last two weeks. So, now, as my brain refuses to think of anything but soothers, blankies, snack and "Get down from there! You'll get hurt!" I will have to try tomorrow. Sorry about that but part two of the story will soon appear, no fear. After all, I'm not going on vacation!
... Put books back on shelf because daughter and son pulled them down to sit on (because, obviously, they are really comfy) and now, that I have noticed, they are way too tired to force them to clean up...