I realize I only work 7 hours a day & I've only been at it for a week now, but this working mother gig is tough. Really tough. I'm up at 5:30 & out the door by 6:10. On my feet on a concrete floor all day surrounded by large machines & small children that make a lot of noise. I get home around 1:30 just in time to spend a frantic 30 minutes with Husband while he gives me a run down of everything that has happened & everything that needs to happen. He leaves & (if I'm lucky) I get an hour & a half of semi-quite time with Bitsy. Today she napped (Thank the Lord!) so I did too. Then the FarmHands are home & it's homework, dinner, baths, stories, and bedtime with a few fights & a lot of craziness in between. Toss in laundry, dishes, and an occasional attempt at making Husband & Bitsy's lunch for the next day & I've been running into myself as I turn circles around in my kitchen.
I do not fathom how Art does what she does. She works full time. She's in school full time. She's a single mom of 3 very busy kids. She baby sits her sister's kids on occasion. She's in charge of nearly everything at her church (that I think may actually meet 9 times a week). And she is Amazing.
I, on the other hand, am a hot mess. By this time next year they may be scraping me off the ceiling at night so I can sleep.
Tomorrow night the FarmHands have 4-H. They have to make it to 2/3 of the meetings. We haven't missed one since we joined in October & I was giving serious consideration to skipping this week's meeting until I realized it's our yearly pizza party....and we're in charge of drinks. Not to mention the fact that BabyGirl has a cooking demonstration to do & #1 Son has a poem to read (please pray for them both tomorrow night. Public speaking is new territory) so there's no way we can stay home this time. I hope we make it. At least pizza at 4-H means I won't have to scrounge up dinner for these heathens.
Oh crap. I still have to fold clothes & flat iron my hair. It's gonna' be a long night.