June 1, 2009

A Day in the Life

I want to give you a little idea of life at our house. The following all took place in the matter of about 30 minutes.

11:31 Arrive home from picking up Eden at Kindergarten. Try to decide what to make for lunch. Baby is being good, so get ambitious.

11:33 Look up recipe for Strawberry Syrup and decide to make pancakes.

11:34 Realize I am out of pancake mix, so look up recipe online. Alter it to feed all of my children.

11:36 Start cutting off tops of strawberries to be pureed. Put sugar and water on stove to boil. Realize that I cannot cut the strawberry stems off with baby in hand. Put baby in play saucer.

11:37 Order girls to empty dishwasher, only to regret that decision after stepping on each of them at least twice.

11:38 Seth decides to help clear dishwasher and the first thing he grabs is the butcher knife. Slides on the carpet, catches himself. I have a heart attack and then grab the knife away from him. (You think I would have learned by now. . .)

11:39 Baby starts crying. Order girls to play with baby so I can stir the syrup, which has just started boiling. Realize I should have used a bigger pan.

11:40 Puree the strawberries and pour into the pan. Try to keep the syrup from boiling over and block out the baby's cries.

11:42 Get the syrup under control. Realize that the baby is screaming because his big sister is screaming in his face trying to cheer him up. Realize also, that his temper is GONE and there is no remedy besides picking him up.

11:45 Put together the rest of the pancake batter one handed.

11:48 Start dropping pancakes on the griddle. Wonder why the girls are huddled behind the open door. Realize that a huge wasp has come into the kitchen and will not fly back out the door because it has become obsessed with the kitchen window.

11:49 Stand helplessly waving one arm kind of ridiculously, while girls huddle behind me.

11:51 Take girls and baby into living room in attempt to prevent stinging. Return to kitchen and wonder how in the world I am supposed to get this wasp out of my house peacefully.

11:54 Realize peace is not the answer. Start looking for the fly swatter.

11:56 Give up search for fly swatter, call Tayleigh to bring me a shoe. A big shoe.

11:57 Seth comes in with his empty cup and wants a drink. Proceeds to the fridge where he pulls out his soy milk and DUMPS half of it on the floor. I scream, scaring both him and the baby and grab Seth and put him in the living room with the rest of his siblings. He doesn't want to stay there so I turn on the TV. The only sure fire way to keep him distracted.

11:59 Realize that I'm never going to get the wasp out. Open the window and wait for the wasp to go in between the screen and the pane. Shut it as quickly as possible and feel guilty for the long, slow death this wasp will have to suffer.

12:00 Hear terrified screaming coming from the living room. Run in there, sure that another wasp has come in the house and stung Seth. Realize that he is scared by whatever is on Cyberchase. (He's 2). Turn on Thomas and comfort him, and only then realize that his shorts are SOAKING WET. And now, so is the chair he has been sitting in. Try and get him situated and smell something burning. Realize that the pancakes have been on the griddle this entire time.

Don't you want to come live at our house?

15 comments:

Carolyn said...

I could have written this.

This is my life too. I'm so glad I'm not the only one.

janae said...

Doesn't being a mom ROCK? Situations like that feel so much better when you know you can blog about them, though. :)

Kristina P. said...

I definitely do if it involves strawberry syrup!

Rochelle said...

Your not a mom if there's no chaos!

~Thought's By Dena~ said...

after reading that Im exhausted!!!!! oh and can I get some pancakes with strawberry syrup pleeeeeeease!!!!

Melinda said...

I had to cringe because I SO KNOW how you feel! Being a mom is so hard and crazy some days! (But man, you rock if you still aspire to making things from scratch, I'm seriously impressed!)

Amateur Steph said...

I applaud your ambition! It's those small quiet moments of ambition that make life so exciting, right? :)

Momza said...

::::APPLAUSE::::: You are a WONDER WOMAN!!!

You did all of that and noone died!

Woohoo!

Heidi Ashworth said...

This is precisely the reason I don't cook.

wendy said...

Oh Rachel, sounds like you had your hands full. Have you heard of McDonalds ---and chicken nuggest.

Linds said...

Why do older siblings think that screaming in the baby's face is the answer? Been there too!

Breeze said...

Ah Rachel, please, please -- can I come live with you. That almost sounds mild compared to some of my mornings. But I know that in the moment everything ALWAYS sounds and seems 10times worse than it probably is.

Just realize, that these are the great things memories are made of. The "FUNNY" ones when they get older.

annie valentine said...

You sunk yourself at "pureed the strawberries". We've resorted to dry cereal this morning.

Rachelle said...

LOL! oh my... you've just freaked me out wondering if i can handle that! glad you survived. :)

pan x 8 said...

I hate and love "those days" in your case "mornings"... ;p

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