I'm still working on mastering the whole 'mom' thing. I've only got one kid but somehow, that kid takes every single ounce of energy I have... and he's only 10 months old.
Things are not looking promising for my future.
The problem? Other than my eternal exhaustion and diminishing sanity? Chris.
Chris works a lot. Days, nights, weekends, holidays. All of it.
He works hard and gets a lot accomplished at his projects. He starts with nothing, and by the end of the day, he's rebuilt an entire kitchen.
I, on the other hand, start with a clean house, and by the end of the day... have hiroshima in my living room and nagasaki in my kitchen.
He's nice. He never actually says anything. But when he opens the door, his look says it all.
After a very frustrating, teething, crying Saturday, Chris got home after working 11 hours, looked at the house, and sighed.
Tired and disheveled, I walked over, sat on his lap, glanced at our son who was happily chewing bug remnants, and said, "I kept him alive today. That's kind of a big deal."
I don't think he thinks I'm funny.
Cash did stay entertained for a hour in his exersaucer Monday morning and...
I cleaned the house, organized the pantry and the office, and sorted his clothes for storage. Pre-baby days, that would have been an all weekend long event. I'm so proud of myself.
I'm no Michelle Dugger but I'm getting further and further from Octomom crazy each day.