They are coming to take me away. Please
Really, I do have the good intentions of posting more but the kids and husband and chores and pets and cars don't allow the time. In a day I do at least 2 loads of dishes, 4 loads of laundry, yell "Aiden, NO" at least a dozen, change 3 diapers, dress 5 people, feed 6 people and the dog, and this is all before noon! Now on a good day both boys will nap at the same time and I can drink myself into a stupor *kidding* and maybe catch one show of the 36 on the DVR. Then it is feeding, changing, cooking, yelling, reading, arithmetic, and all the other stuff that goes into the end of my day. When Fletcher finally lets me go to bed at 11 pm, I pass out. I don't fall asleep, I die. Then at 4 am it starts all over again. I need a nanny!
posted by MorganDobson at 5:03 PM
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Don't lie your day really does begin like this:
0600: coffee and bailey's cream: all eyes on Aiden, half hand tracking Fletcher.
1000: 2nd bloody mary: duct tape in one hand, can't find Aiden, looking for diapers for Fletcher.
1300: 2nd Red Bull: looking for vodka. Aiden chewed through duct tape. spotted him hanging from the drain pipe with one hand, cat tail in other.
1701: have Rum need coke. Lauren and Aileen playing dodge ball with Aiden so Mommy can find Prozac. Fletcher happily chewing on the puppy's tail and drooling on the couch.
2100: finished Rum screw the coke, looking for the vodka bottle: stuff screaming Aiden under Daddy's prone arm with a smack to the head and a get up please. Quietly shut girls and homework in rooms, Fletcher in playpen and mommy on the porch with pillow and blanket for a nap.
I'm taking notes - you bet your bippy!
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