First, the good news (both for my sanity and for the possibility of regular blog posts) is that we found a new babysitter/nanny (for 15 hours a week) and I will soon have a bit more time on my hands. Erin, who I would guess is in her late 20s, started last week. She is part of a Mommy/Baby playgroup that Annie and I went to every now and then, and has a 13 month old daughter (Amelia) who comes to the house with her. Erin said she was having a hard time finding a position that would allow her to bring Amelia, but I actually saw it as a perk. I figure not only do we get childcare, but Annie gets a playmate out of the deal. The idea of caring for 3 kids at once is crazy daunting for me, but Erin was a preschool teacher for years (prior to quitting to be a stay-at-home mom) and seems to do a good job of juggling the craziness. (Better her than me!)
Erin was actually supposed to be here today (she does 10am - 3pm, 3 days a week), but she called this morning to tell me that she's sick. Normally I'd be very annoyed at someone calling in sick on their 4th day of work, but since I'm pretty sure we got her sick, I don't blame her at all. The Sayler abode has been a den of sickness for the last week. Annie had fevers on and off for a couple days and still has a nasty runny nose and cough, poor Violet has been all sorts of congested, and Brad and I have both felt pretty crappy. To top it all off, I managed to get either a stomach bug or some sort of food poisoning on Friday night. As a general rule, I'm not a puker (unless horridly hungover), but I broke that rule Friday night! To say the least, it was a rough weekend around here for all!
I think the most difficult part of staying home with the kids is the feeling that I manage to accomplish NOTHING all day long! I mean, logically I know I am doing a lot just in caring for the kids, (and I am certainly not sitting around eating bon-bons) but it is so disheartening to have a list (housework, dinner, blog, exercise...) that never gets completed. Simple tasks become major undertakings. For example, try to fold a load of laundry with a precocious toddler wanting to unfold every article or knock down every pile. Add to this Annie's strange preoccupation with bras and underwear (she likes to wear them on her head or around her neck... very odd indeed) and completing the laundry becomes absolutely impossible! I have complete faith that someday I will become Super Mom AND a domestic diva, (where there's a will, there's a way!?) but I'm definitely not there just yet! Martha, please help!
Baby's first burka or a pair of Daddy's underwear? She'll never tell...
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