Here's what I DID accomplish out of that to do list today: I got to sleep in until 9:30 while Pete gave the kids a bowl of instant oatmeal for breakfast. I got to cook my own breakfast, and another one for Alex. And some more toast for Sophie. I got to work on 2 different floor plan options for the new restaurant- (which basically turned my day into a day at work) while Pete got in the hot tub with the kids. I cleaned up the kitchen so that Pete could cook dinner- I have to clean it again, FROM dinner. I made the kids the "best hot chocolate in the world" (lightly boiled milk with Cadbury's cocoa powder, whipped cream and crushed peppermints sprinkled on top.) I toasted marshmallows in the fire that Pete started, made s'mores, gave the kids their bath, brushed teeth, read books and put them to bed. I am writing my blog post because this has become my nightly therapy session. I have to grocery shop tomorrow because we are out of the two most essential things in this house: fiber and night-time pull-ups for Alex. The cat litters are taunting me. They are the bane of my existence.
Ever notice that the mom in the movie "The Incredibles" is "Elastigirl?" There's a reason for this. All moms are Elastigirl. We have to be. Every time I contort my body to hand the kids something in their seats behind me while I'm driving our swagger wagon, I can hear my ligaments stretching like rubber.
I am not Donna Reed. I am ELASTIGIRL!!
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