Multitasking

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.