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When Crank-y Calls
As much as I hate that I feel this way, this summer is dragging…. normally I love summer. LUVVV summer. The oppressive heat. The piercing sunshine. The smell of chlorinated pools. Bring it on! But this summer, juggling all six kids alone all day every day (one still a newborn) has led to considerably less enthusiasm for hot summer days and long summer nights. Looong summer nights… So I’ll admit I’ve been somewhat… cranky at times. Maybe most of the time. I’ve had more trouble than usual finding the humor and pep in it all- sleep deprivation will do that to a girl. But despite my crankiness, the kids have…
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Food, Glorious Food…
You know what was cute? When the Captain and I first got married, and we would buy/cook food. Cure, simple little meals with hand-snipped fresh herbs and complicated procedures involving the standing Kitchen Aid mixer, our brand new registry blender, and- oh hell- we barely cooked. Because we ate out. All. The. Time. Because we had time and money. So fast forward to AC (after children). For years, I have been determined to cook nutritious, appealing meals that are well balanced and attractive. And for the first few kids, it actually worked. My babies snacked on fresh fruit. They never experienced sugary snacks unless at the homes of their grandparents.…
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The Writing on the Wall
I may joke about having a messy house, but in reality, I’m sort of anal about trying to keep it clean. I remember waaay back when I watched an episode of Jon & Kate + 8 and she was obsessing endlessly about her kitchen floor. I remember thinking, “what’s UP with this cah-razy lady?” Now I get it. It’s not so much about things being sanitary, even though it’s important. But it’s also about control. Maybe Kate (read: ME), couldn’t control the screaming vortex of insanity that life with her toddlers generated, so she scrubbed her floor like nine times a day to get through. I sympathize. And I also don’t, because now she’s…
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Bedtime: The 5 Stages of Grief
With six kids ages ten and under, bedtime blows. Seriously. Maybe because it’s summer. Probably also because The Captain works a lot of nights, too, so I’m flying solo on the bedtime routine. As much as I adore my babies- and I truly do- after an entire day of doing the single parent thing, I’m over them. This is what happens, daily. Like this. Only more so. 1. Denial: It’ll be fine. The baby’s sleeping now, so I have time to tuck the two little girls with a story first. But maybe I even have time to <insert fun, non-kid activity here. Like sitting down.> for myself since it’s still early. Maybe I’ll have them all…
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