There are very few days when I feel like I am keeping all of my balls in the air, if you know what I mean.
Cleaning, tidying, cooking, breastfeeding, changing nappies, stimulating and entertaining a toddler and a baby as well as letting hot huskies in and out of the house whilst making sure they aren’t attempting to tunnel out and make the great escape look feeble AND hoover for the fifth time that day to keep the coat blowing at bay is…hard. People that come to our house must think I enjoy sitting on my bottom all day because in a normal house, that is what I’d be doing. Working as a SAHM is like living in Crazy Town here.
Like right now, I’m feeding Baby Dragon. Here’s what I see:
Let’s not think about upstairs.
It’s only 10 o’ clock. I won’t list the things that I HAVE done this morning, there are too many to even think about and aside from managing to feed everyone delicious pastries (Jensen had fruits) for breakfast (except for the furkids, sorry boys) and get Dadda on his way to work with a scrumptious lunch, it seems to have made little difference.
So…. It made a very self-satisfying change last night to be waiting for Gav to come home to this.
It’s fair to say that I was pretty proud of myself and I’m sure Gav appreciated not walking into Hurricane Jones as normal at 7pm.
It won’t be like that tonight, no matter how hard I strive for it. But that’s what makes it more special. Little miracles do happen in Housewife Land. Sometimes.