The day after we brought home Tornado A, I cried. All day. Whenever I had a problem. For three days. I was a little overwhelmed.
What was I going to do with a preschooler, a toddler, and an infant? How was I going to clean the house? How was I going to cook and bake? How was I going to play with the boys? How was I going to do crafts with them? How was I going to do workbooks with Tornado E? How was I going to potty train Tornado S? How was I going to feed all three boys at the same time? And most importantly how was I going to write on my blog and read my bloggy friends?!
Three weeks down the road, and I STILL don’t have a clue.
A naked Tornado S runs around the house, running to pee in the potty and leaving deposits on the floor, trying to make it to the potty for pooping.
Tornado E has worked on workbooks once. That won’t cut it for the summer.
I clean whenever I don’t have the baby in my arms.
I never get to play.
I write shorter posts, one-handed, breast-feeding without editing.
I read on my phone or the laptop while breastfeeding. Of course, I can’t comment on my phone, so I hope people will forgive me.
And it all was being somewhat balanced when Tornado A has a morning nap, which he has decided he doesn’t need for the last two days.
And Tornado A wants to be held all day.
And I have to repeat myself, threaten, encourage, motivate Tornado E and Tornado S over and over to pick up toys, clothes, shoes.
And I’m only getting 5 hours of sleep.
So does anyone want to come over and hold a baby so that I can shower, nap, clean, play hide-and-go-seek, comment on a dozen blogs with “I love you and miss you,” teach a per-kindergartner to write G, teach a toddler that training pants aren’t diapers, give time-outs, and bake chocolate chip cookies?
*The In Over My Head Award was invented by my first boss (a crazy awesome admin for the English Department), who placed a fake Oscar in a vase and filled it with water. One of my many random tasks was to keep it filled.