Thursday, September 13, 2007


This is not my baby but it is my life.

Things get hectic a lot around here, especially when Jimmy is on the road. Tonight I had one of those moments where I found myself wondering whose life am I leading, how did I get here, and where did all these children come from?

After we returned from Reagan's volleyball match, and in the span of ten minutes, I washed Hayden's hair as he showered, bathed Peyton while also bathing Landon (and rescuing her from his continuous attempts to rinse her shampoo-ladened hair by spitting the water on her face head), dressed them both, reviewed the match with Rea and assured her that she is a good volleyball player, discussed college recruiting with Sutton, and answered Jimmy's phone call from New York; all while signing a stack of forms for school, passing out evening snacks for the boys and giving Keaton a 25 word spelling test.

I've often said that I wished I grew another arm every time I had a baby so I could keep up with the extra demands, each arm completing a separate important mommy-task. However, I'm afraid I couldn't do any better considering my slow reduction in brain cells over the years (I have a hard enough time remembering what my two arms are supposed to do.) And besides, with eight arms flailing about, I'd just look weird.


Gina said...

I'm exhausted just reading this. You could use a clone huh?

Anonymous said...

Aww LOL "Where did all these children come from?"

I think that same way sometimes, and I only have four.