Getting anything done with three kids underfoot? Kinda feels like I am climbing up Mount Everest…in a blizzard…with both hands tied behind my back…
Not that I have ever done any mountain climbing other than traipsing up and down the stairs with dirty diapers, screaming children, laundry baskets, and more screaming children…
But…as I stumble over towers of crayons on my way to pick up toys that will immediately be strewn all over the floor again and whip up a batch of cupcakes with a squirming 20 pound baby on my hip, the twitchy frustrating feeling has to be similar to trudging up a mountain with the snow disorienting you and sending you in circles.
Well, there’s always tomorrow…maybe the blizzard will let up and I’ll actually get the rest of my laundry put away…
