Eight Cup Pot of Coffee Day
First I have to say "Happy Birthday" to my little brother (see Saxman Satire link). Have a great day! I love you!
This is an eight cup pot of coffee day. It's only half caff mind you. Eight cups of caffeinated coffee would put me over the top! I judge my day on my indulgence in coffee. If the day ahead of me isn't too bad, I only make myself four cups. If the day is a stressful one before it starts, it's an eight cup day.
Too many things going on...let's see what I am juggling today: bills to pay, laundry piled up - no clean pants to wear for me, have to go to the grocery, have to clean the house because I have a sitter coming tomorrow to watch the baby - I am the helping parent at my middle child's preschool, have to make a double batch of sugar cookies for my two sons' school spring parties, and I can't forget to call my brother to wish him a happy birthday. Anything else? Oh and I have to do the normal: feed everyone meals, clean everyone's butts, do the dishes, play with the children. Are there enough hours in the day?
Maybe I should mention that all three of my children have differing food allergies - milk, soy, peanut, egg, and a few other more minor ones. This complicates every part of my day. The milk allergy is a life threatening one, the rest are serious but not as serious as the milk. A fast meal on the go for us does not exist in the same way that it does for others. A fast meal on the go still has to be prepared at home. There are no pizza nights because I was too busy to fix dinner, or quick stops at the drive thru because there is no time for lunch.
Every day I seem to be saying "I just need to get through (fill in the blank). Once that is over things will ease up." But the thing is, as soon as the (fill in the blank) is over, something else has crept up. My whole life is a series of "I just need to get through..." This week, it is I just need to get through Easter. I have two school parties for my boys, then I have to get prepared to host Easter dinner for my family (twelve of us). The parties for my boys require cleaning up the house for the sitter, making sugar cookies (I take control of the food for the parties because of their allergies), and being out of my house for a total of 6 1/2 hours in the next two days for the parties themselves.
Which ball will drop this week?
Must go back to the day ahead. My almost four year old is whining behind me....Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. Can I change my name? Just for the next few years? I shouldn't say that, my children are a gift to be cherished, and I love them dearly. They just drive me crazy sometimes. Okay, most of the time!
This is an eight cup pot of coffee day. It's only half caff mind you. Eight cups of caffeinated coffee would put me over the top! I judge my day on my indulgence in coffee. If the day ahead of me isn't too bad, I only make myself four cups. If the day is a stressful one before it starts, it's an eight cup day.
Too many things going on...let's see what I am juggling today: bills to pay, laundry piled up - no clean pants to wear for me, have to go to the grocery, have to clean the house because I have a sitter coming tomorrow to watch the baby - I am the helping parent at my middle child's preschool, have to make a double batch of sugar cookies for my two sons' school spring parties, and I can't forget to call my brother to wish him a happy birthday. Anything else? Oh and I have to do the normal: feed everyone meals, clean everyone's butts, do the dishes, play with the children. Are there enough hours in the day?
Maybe I should mention that all three of my children have differing food allergies - milk, soy, peanut, egg, and a few other more minor ones. This complicates every part of my day. The milk allergy is a life threatening one, the rest are serious but not as serious as the milk. A fast meal on the go for us does not exist in the same way that it does for others. A fast meal on the go still has to be prepared at home. There are no pizza nights because I was too busy to fix dinner, or quick stops at the drive thru because there is no time for lunch.
Every day I seem to be saying "I just need to get through (fill in the blank). Once that is over things will ease up." But the thing is, as soon as the (fill in the blank) is over, something else has crept up. My whole life is a series of "I just need to get through..." This week, it is I just need to get through Easter. I have two school parties for my boys, then I have to get prepared to host Easter dinner for my family (twelve of us). The parties for my boys require cleaning up the house for the sitter, making sugar cookies (I take control of the food for the parties because of their allergies), and being out of my house for a total of 6 1/2 hours in the next two days for the parties themselves.
Which ball will drop this week?
Must go back to the day ahead. My almost four year old is whining behind me....Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. Can I change my name? Just for the next few years? I shouldn't say that, my children are a gift to be cherished, and I love them dearly. They just drive me crazy sometimes. Okay, most of the time!
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