Well, much to my surprise, the work involved in tending three children is not all that similar to having three children who walk. All those older moms whose knowing smiles and sympathetic head tilts I shrugged off because three children were not so hard, have my apologies. I am so happy with every milestone, but I am tired. I just can’t keep up. I actually let the baby unshelve an entire case of books just so I’d have time to pay the bills.
And apparently, my older two think that Mommy’s bathroom break is the signal to throw wild parties. My three-year-old is artless and brazenly breaks the rules when I’m not looking, but my five-year-old is excellent at keeping the letter of the law. “You only said not to hit the cats. You didn’t say I couldn’t chase them around the house and into the closet.”
So, how is it I have time to type this now? Mud. They have been out in the yard for about four hours now. During the first two they played in the sprinkler and during the last three they played with the mud. You do the math.
Now excuse me, I have to go hose off my very muddy monkeys.