and exhausted??
and where is all the help? and free meals?
I'm going crazy - trying to have 'fun' with the girls while I have one eye barely open... trying to keep DS (16m) safe and out of the knife drawer or toilet, and trying to keep the new DS safe in the sling while my back is killing, and I'm afraid I'm going to whack his head on the granite island when I turn around to wipe up spilled pineapple juice on the floor.
my house is a complete disaster - I'm embarrassed to pay the mortgage every month - it's borderline disgusting in here (partly because we lost our dear dog, clara, last month, who was our expert floor cleaner...)
Is it me? or my age (I'm pushing **), or is it #4 and people are afraid to help? or is everyone else out there sick with a lousy cold and can't help us? or are they all afraid to help since we're also sick?
And if I make one more pot of pasta, I'm going to puke. What else can we make for dinner in a flash, with a sling, that's yummy for all ages, inc. DH?
Between making breakfast, all the way through getting everyone's teeth SAFELY brushed without someone falling in the toilet, and tucking everyone under the covers, I turn into a monster. DH keeps up with the dishes and the trash, but I'm still going crazy nonetheless... He's gone from 6am until 6:30pm. That's already way past my bedtime... and he's type 1 diabetic, so if he doesn't eat, he turns into a puddle, and I need to 'rescue' him with food, or a shot of meds to 'wake' him back up... so he has to eat as soon as he comes home, which is right smack in the middle of the witching hour (my witching hour, to be certain!). So by the time he's ready to help, re-runs of the sopranos or star wars are on, and I'm already under the covers. And I've usually forgotten to get myself a drink or tylenol before bedtime... grrrrr.
and that's my rant for the day. maybe tomorrow I'll be a bit more chipper.
and where is all the help? and free meals?
I'm going crazy - trying to have 'fun' with the girls while I have one eye barely open... trying to keep DS (16m) safe and out of the knife drawer or toilet, and trying to keep the new DS safe in the sling while my back is killing, and I'm afraid I'm going to whack his head on the granite island when I turn around to wipe up spilled pineapple juice on the floor.
my house is a complete disaster - I'm embarrassed to pay the mortgage every month - it's borderline disgusting in here (partly because we lost our dear dog, clara, last month, who was our expert floor cleaner...)
Is it me? or my age (I'm pushing **), or is it #4 and people are afraid to help? or is everyone else out there sick with a lousy cold and can't help us? or are they all afraid to help since we're also sick?
And if I make one more pot of pasta, I'm going to puke. What else can we make for dinner in a flash, with a sling, that's yummy for all ages, inc. DH?
Between making breakfast, all the way through getting everyone's teeth SAFELY brushed without someone falling in the toilet, and tucking everyone under the covers, I turn into a monster. DH keeps up with the dishes and the trash, but I'm still going crazy nonetheless... He's gone from 6am until 6:30pm. That's already way past my bedtime... and he's type 1 diabetic, so if he doesn't eat, he turns into a puddle, and I need to 'rescue' him with food, or a shot of meds to 'wake' him back up... so he has to eat as soon as he comes home, which is right smack in the middle of the witching hour (my witching hour, to be certain!). So by the time he's ready to help, re-runs of the sopranos or star wars are on, and I'm already under the covers. And I've usually forgotten to get myself a drink or tylenol before bedtime... grrrrr.
and that's my rant for the day. maybe tomorrow I'll be a bit more chipper.
the whole 6 minute drive.
