Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What's the Secret?
Last night I called Dan at 5:30 to inform him that this was the end of an era. I would no longer be cooking dinner. This is only the 3rd time I've tried to do it since becoming the mother of 3, but it did not go well. The boys kept spitting out their binkies and screaming. The screaming caused their oxygen levels to drop thus setting off their monitors. Amid the constant beeping and infant crying, Maggie managed to open my bottle of tums and when I took it away from her she threw a fit so big that she threw herself off the kitchen counter and landed flat on her back. This resulted in a goose egg the size of Kentucky. I don't know exactly how big Kentucky is, but her goose egg seemed that big. Maybe Kansas?
I used to make dinner everyday. But now I don't know if I can do it. I told Dan its a good thing its Taco Tuesday over-to-the Del Taco. Cause I ain't cookin'. Also, cleaning is even more fruitless than usual. Yesterday morning I vacuumed the dining room, hall, and bedrooms. By noon Maggie had distributed Fruity Cheerios throughout the house along with blades of grass. The bookshelves had all been cleared with the books either on the floor or on my bed. Where was I while she was doing this? On my bed with a child attached to each breast. My "no, no Maggie!" pleas were easily ignored.
Its not just the household responsibilities that are slipping. I no longer feel like a human being. I leave the house once or twice a week to either take the boys to the doctor or run with Maggie to the grocery store. My only connections to the real world are blogging and the Olympics on t.v. And I'm not sure the Olympics qualify as the "real world"because in my real world there are not Chinese drummers putting on light shows. I feel like a mess. I am a mess.
I wish I had a hobby or something else to do so that I could actually accomplish something and it would stay done. The only things I've been doing lately (dishes, laundry, diaper changing, vacuuming, nursing, diaper changing, nursing, diaper changing, and dishes) don't stay done. And I can't really sit back and say "Wow. Look what I did today."
I guess its kind of part of this stage of life. But when I look at all of you, my blog readers, I don't see you struggling as much with it as I am. So what's the secret? How do you make it look so easy? What do you try to do each day so you can have a sense of accomplishment? Come on--spill!