Adjusting to life with 5 children continues to be a daily juggling act. Some days are easier than others, usually based on Augustine’s level of colic. There are some areas I seem to be handling well, while others have completely slipped away from me. Laundry, being one of them. I didn’t think we had that many clothes, but evidently when you have a family of 7, including a self-feeding toddler and newborn with frequent blowouts, the laundry mounts exponentially. 🙂
The other is the kitchen, where I have noticed my TST (time spend tidying) has seemed to have doubled. Take today for example. I did not get out of the kitchen from making breakfast, serving and cleaning up until it was nearly lunch time. Then, the cycle began all over again. The funny thing is, I’m not slaving over homemade bread recipes, or making pasta from scratch. These are just the run-of-the-mill oatmeal and banana breakfasts, sandwich lunches and pot roast dinners.
It’s been this way since Gus was born. Everything just takes longer when I have to stop, nurse a newborn, get Karolina squared away in her high chair and clean up afterwards.
Seeing that I have been tethered to the kitchen for the balance of my days, Jim was sweet enough to get me a Christmas present that I requested as my new “domestic uniform.” I am sure this is not pleasing to the feminists, but wearing this actually makes me feel empowered. When I’ve got my apron on I feel like I’m on a mission, and puttering around the kitchen preparing and cleaning seems to take on a superhero-like purpose. It’s my mom-cape, if you will. 🙂 He found this one on Etsy and I love that it’s homemade and was also very affordable.
Since I’ve no time to be A saint by doing lovely things or Watching late with thee, Or dreaming in the twilight or Storming heaven’s gates. Make me a saint by getting meals or Washing up the plates.