If I had ten minutes of babysitting time for every time I was asked "how do you do it with four kids???" I’d be really relaxed and happy.
I think that my life is kinda like the mousetrap game; it’s silly, yet complicated, and if one little thing, like say ~ the lamppost ~ gets messed up, then the cage doesn’t drop when it should and all hell breaks loose. Not that all hell has broken loose here, it’s just that blogging is generally the last thing I do in a day, and if the other things aren’t happening, my blogging time is spent cleaning bathrooms or doing laundry. Really, though, I haven’t kept up with the bathrooms or the laundry. I’m just generally behind. I’m not about to fix that now, though, since I have to have Nate and four other kids (I’m babysitting this week. OH like it matters if there’s one more!) to the dentist fifteen miles away at 8:40 a.m. Our path follows a crappy, clogged highway, of course, so I should get some rest and bolster my chances of not unleashing the bad language in front of someone else’s child.
Oh ICK, don’t’cha hate it when there is a bad peanut in the trail mix?? Can I sue for damages?? Ack! Help me!!