I've mentioned this before: the stay-at-home life is no walk in the park. And yesterday was the first day that I was home with both kids by myself. The rest of the summer, Mike was home with me. He did teach a summer class, but that meant he was only gone for a few hours a day. This was a whole different ballgame.
So, what did I do yesterday? Let's see...
I wiped countless butts of both old and new poo. I battled with Hank about going poo on the potty (WHY WILL THEY NOT *JUST GO*!?) I took Hank for a reading/math assessment at his new Catholic school, necessitating dragging Anne's stroller up a flight of stairs and walking her to sleep while I waited. I was vomited on at least 5 full times. Hank even threw up at one point, can't figure that one out. And the sad thing is, my current standard is: "will the spit up just blend in?" If the answer is yes, I don't change my clothes. It wasn't until Anne had a poo explosion onto both my pants AND blouse that I finally changed. And then I had to wash her poo-filled onesie out. I think she had 4 outfit changes yesterday. I made dinner, while Anne wailed in the background. I ran errands with both children in tow in their seats in the back, Hank asking questions at the rate of 50 per 10 minute interval. It was a long day.
And this is what stay-at-home moms do every day, for no pay and little appreciation.
Today is shaping up to be another long one (Anne is on my lap and just burped. Yep, there's the spit up). Gotta run. :-)