This is a crazy, busy, insane day and it’s nowhere near over.
After school today I asked Liam if he usually takes his medicine right after school or closer to dinner time. Liam told me, “A little before dinner,” and then he asked me, “Why? Are you babysitting us tonight? Is Dad going somewhere?”
Yes, my ten-year-old son sees me as the substitute parent. A few years ago I was burning Spaghettios on the stove when Moira asked me, “What are you doing in Daddy’s kitchen?” I told her, “I honestly don’t know.”
The pots and pans I picked out twenty-one years ago are long gone. Jim replaced pink Pyrex with stainless steel. I did once master a cheesecake recipe, but that was a long, long time ago. I burned my left-over panini in the toaster oven tonight – chicken was cold, bread was literally smoking. I’m not fooling anyone; I can’t cook. I don’t own any scrap-booking materials. I am not like the other moms.
I’m challenged to be more than the babysitter while working close to 50 hours a week and doing volunteer work. This 31 day blog challenge is exhausting. I don’t know if I’m going to make it 7 more days!