Monster 1 is grounded for the first time ever. After breaking my camera, she has been sentenced to her room for two days with no electronics. Meaning to her, life as she knows it is over.
Monster 2 has been quietly playing. In the living room. With ALL her toys. Piece by piece she has dragged them out here right under my nose. Apparently she knew I was just distracted enough not to stop her.
Monster 3 (when he's not eating) is fussing. Today of ALL days I don't have my Moby wrap to strap him on and remain hands free.
I have an entire house to clean and every single time I start, I have to stop. I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. I need three of me. One to take care of the baby, one to take care of the big Monsters, and one to clean my house. Instead I have one of me, and no hands. I'm riding a bike with my hands in the air. I have no control.
Seriously, I want to ride my bike WITH my hands. I don't want to spend my day racing through unable to steer or brake or make it over that jump. I don't want to go flying off and crash into a wall. Yet I feel like this is what is happening today.
"But you're blogging! You have time for that!" Yeah, you might think that. But seriously this post has taken a while to write, and I've only accomplished it because I'm sitting with my Boppy pillow around my waist, with a baby latched onto me. Monster 1 is, well, grounded, so she's in her room. Monster 2 is still playing with the pile of toys she brought out. I can even type with the baby thrown up on my shoulder. As long as I remain sitting just like this, he won't cry. So while I can type and type and type, I cannot do my dishes. Or fold laundry. Or pick up the toys.
Perhaps you'll get more entertainment out of me today as I sit here with my squirmy baby trying to get him to fall asleep long enough to get something done.
Any thoughts on what ya'll would like to read about? You know, since I've got all this time in front of my computer to do the research.
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