When I was little I used to wonder why my mom didn't rip into a letter or package that came in the mail. Or how she could wait to frost the cake or dive into the piping hot cookies. Now that I'm a mother of three (well I realized this after the first one, but three puts it in perspective!) I realize she didn't wait, she was stinking busy!
Daddy's gone to a meeting, and I have the baby in the tub tonight, my 3 year old hollering because she wants to get undressed but her shirt is stuck on her head, and my 5 year old is digging his school supplies out because he needs his scissors (and truth be told he's so excited about kindergarten he can't leave it all alone). While this happens the phone rings....and rings.....and rings...... I'm not answering it because A) I have NO clue where the phone is (drat those cordless phones) and B) Grandma Baldwin's (family friend) rule is make the baby safe and do what you have to do. Babies in bath tubs without supervision is not safe. Babies in bath tubs with big sisters and no supervision, really not safe. So the phone rings....and rings....and rings..... Seriously leave a message if it's important.
Got to check for ticks....
Get girls out of the tub. Deegan gets in. Thank goodness by age 5 they don't need constant supervision. I do have to make sure he's not washing the floor, and walls and ceiling with buckets of water while he's bathing. Mazee's cold and crabbing about needing a bedtime snack. Miri gets cold faster than Mazee and Mazee could dress herself. Plus the chances of getting baby pee or poopies on me is pretty high if a diaper isn't secured quickly. Miri wins this one. And to top this all off, Miri is starving which means she's diving at me constantly making it harder to dress her.
Girls are dressed. Deegan pulls himself out of the tub. Now he's freezing...get your jammies on. You know how to do this yourself.
Snacks, quick throw something at them. Now run, run, run away! No not run away, hook the baby up so she can finally make a successful dive and retreive needed nourishment.
And that's just been the last hour. The dishes are still stacked higher than Mount Everest, dirty clothes are laying on the bathroom floor along with the crumped towels and there's a good chance the bath tub is still supporting water. Then why pray-tell should I choose this time to blog, well thanks for asking. I just found this all rather amusing and realized that I must've missed the "you are the mommy of three kids, daddy's gone, and it's bedtime, what do you do now?" day of kindergarten.
By the way: the baby's sleeping and the big kids are being entertained by "Phineas and Ferb". Sometimes a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
And Mom, you're AMAZING!!! I hope you are now able to rip open those letters and packages a little more quickly than before!
Hey, my blogging daughter, thanks for the tribute. Yes, I do get to the mail a little sooner, and I had a fresh-from-the-oven warm cookie just last week, and I didn't even bake it myself. See, I am especially blessed. I have three great daughters and the youngest is spending one last summer at home. I love you all, even the brother, Dan. Thanks for making it possible for me to be a mom.
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