Wake up, nurse baby, pour bowls of cereal, strip bed, start laundry, unload dishwasher.
Change diaper, rock baby, keep laundry going, clean bathrooms, supervise kids, call doctor about TB form for school enrollment. Nurse the baby.
Fix lunch, strap baby in stroller, walk to library for Megan’s science program, read to Gavin and play at the park, get a library card (yay!), check out 20 books, CDs and DVDs. Play at the park some more. Nurse the baby. Walk home, pick up the dry cleaning on the way.
Get home, fix a snack, put the baby in the swing, ask Megan to unload the books from the stroller.
Watch Megan solicit the help of two adoring neighbor boys to help her unload the books. (They are six and four. Much to my surprise, they are enamored with Megan and have yet to warm up to Gavin.)
The kids go play in the basement. Gavin and the four-year-old neighbor boy start fighting (very similar personalities). Put on the Magic School Bus DVD we got from the library. Ben falls asleep in the swing.
Spend the next hour sitting under the tree in our front yard, chatting with my new neighbor, the boys’ mom. Nurse the baby.
Get dinner started: tomato and basil turkey tenderloin, Italian rice and beans, broccoli, salad. Really, really easy. While it’s doing it’s thing, hang out in the backyard with the neighbors some more. Gavin gets beat up by the four-year-old neighbor boy. The four-year-old gets beat up by his older brother. The middle children are not having a good day.
Have Megan and Gavin feed Ben his rice cereal while I get dinner on the table. The baby is exhausted and not really interested, although he ate two bowls the day before. Dinner time.
While I walk Ben upstairs for a bath, Gavin dumps his entire cup of water from dinner on the floor. I put Ben in a few inches of water, and Gavin steps into the bathtub with his shirt still on. When I take my hands off the baby to unbutton Gavin’s shirt, the baby rolls his little body over and almost drowns.
Call husband to see where the heck he is. Still at his desk, oblivious to the time.
Manage to get baby to sleep and kids bathed and in pj’s AND the kitchen clean before husband gets home. We are snuggling on the couch reading our library books when he walks in the door. He wonders what in the world I was stressed about.
Brush teeth, read scriptures, get the kids in the bed. Put the laundry away, kiss husband, beat up husband for griping about taking out the trash.
Spend an hour online when I meant to snuggle up and read. Will snuggle up and read another hour anyway after I finish this blog.
Nurse the baby. Go to bed.
Life is good.