Moms at work
You know, you get home in the evening after a day at work, you've picked up the kids, cleaned the house, fed the dog, cooked dinner, put on a load of laundry, fed the kids, washed the dishes, chased them upstairs for a bath, done the bath thing, cleaned up the water-logged bathroom floor, told someone for the 400th time that he or she must go pee BEFORE he or she gets in the bath, got them all in their jimmy-jams, onto the story blanket, read the story, the bible story, sung the kiddie bible songs, said a prayer, manged to tuck them all into bed (at least twice each), let Abby go for her ritual-after-in-bed-everynight 'I Have to go again mommy', and flopped exhaused onto the giant teddy with one leg propped on one bed (so he/she can cuddle, and one arm on the other bed (so he / she can cuddle) shouted one last 'I love you honey' to Nathan (big boy in his own room now! - well for about 2 hours until he creeps into our bed...)...
and - i just want them to go to sleep...
and then they do... and I miss them and wish they were awake....
Then I get up, get all 3 dressed, downstairs, make the oats (or oatsie-poatsies as we say in our little world), let the dog out for a wee, have juice, go upstairs and get a fresh jumpr/pants/outfit for one 2 or 3 small people - try to remember to put on a load of laundry (or it piles up terrifyingly fast), let the dog back in, close all the bedroom doors so she doesn't get on the beds (the dog), take out the garbage so she doesn;t rip the bag apart and strew rubbish all opver the house (the dog), wash the breakfast dishes, get the kids coats and shoes on, find the car keys, go out to the car, go back into the house and get dressed out of my jimmie-jams into appropriate work clothes and lose the slippers, go back to the car, go back to the house and fetch the kids, get everybody in their seat belts, answer 50 thousand questions, put on the armour of God - take all 3 into day care - sign them in, rush back to the car to go to work - happy for me time...
....get to work, see their precious little faces in the gorgeous day-care made photos in broken polystyrene egg box photo frames with sticky shells stuck on, and my heart melts and I miss them....
and - i just want them to go to sleep...
and then they do... and I miss them and wish they were awake....
Then I get up, get all 3 dressed, downstairs, make the oats (or oatsie-poatsies as we say in our little world), let the dog out for a wee, have juice, go upstairs and get a fresh jumpr/pants/outfit for one 2 or 3 small people - try to remember to put on a load of laundry (or it piles up terrifyingly fast), let the dog back in, close all the bedroom doors so she doesn't get on the beds (the dog), take out the garbage so she doesn;t rip the bag apart and strew rubbish all opver the house (the dog), wash the breakfast dishes, get the kids coats and shoes on, find the car keys, go out to the car, go back into the house and get dressed out of my jimmie-jams into appropriate work clothes and lose the slippers, go back to the car, go back to the house and fetch the kids, get everybody in their seat belts, answer 50 thousand questions, put on the armour of God - take all 3 into day care - sign them in, rush back to the car to go to work - happy for me time...
....get to work, see their precious little faces in the gorgeous day-care made photos in broken polystyrene egg box photo frames with sticky shells stuck on, and my heart melts and I miss them....
posted by mom at 12:00 PM
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