The day started with a bang. Literally. My glass mixing bowl in pieces all over the tile floor. Next came a whiny child who was certain the multiplication tables were trying to kill her. Then came the brothers who couldn’t seem to stop jumping off the furniture and knocking each other down in the process. My teens needed a couple of hours of heart-to-hearts with me, and my newborn needed to be changed and fed. And the toddler? Oh no?! Where was the toddler?!
I know I looked bedraggled when my husband walked through the door. I couldn’t help it. It had been a day. It seems like it is ALWAYS “a day.”
Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to be there for him, but there was no way I could be. I had spent the entire day in damage control, and there were still several more hours of it to go. Not a chance was my husband going to make my priority list that day.