I am very aware that my recent posts and all my facebook status (statii?) have been negative lately. Not sure what to tell you, except writing is soooo much cheaper than therapy.
It is 11am on a Wednesday morning. The older three boys are actually all working on various school assignments at the moment. No drama - for now. The Monkey, however, is wailing and gnashing his teeth in his room. I told him he could not play video games. Mean mommy.
Poor kid is not feeling well. He threw up at 10pm last night. I am grateful it did not happen in the car yesterday evening. But still, why do they always throw up after daddy goes to bed? And since ArtGuy is not exactly a "light sleeper", there went my only quiet time of the day!
But he only barfed once.
So, it could have been worse.
The combined pressure of schooling, keeping house, trying to provide meals to everyone (dinner is such a burden at the moment. I hate cooking, and the last thing I want to do every evening is spend an hour making a mess preparing something it will take my men 10 minutes to plow through. I do not have dinner for tonight. God help me!), drive everyone to where they need to be, take care of my committees, teams, and commitments - well, I am pooped!
I have friends who have large families = 6,7,8,9 children. I cannot imagine how they do it.
Well, time to let the Monkey out of his room. Maybe he will let me go in and nap?