Kids, Man

I’m tired. I had two three-year-olds (one mine, one not), one four-year-old, a nine-year-old and a 13-year-old in my house last night. And I was the only adult in charge! The three-year-old (the one who isn’t mine) spent all last night barfing. It was quite exciting. Also, quite laundry-making.

To be honest, I’m a bit shaken. My grandmother had 13 kids. How did she not run away from home? I would have totally run away from home.

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Organization, I Will Make You My B*tch

A preamble – I have not historically been the most organized person on the planet. Actually, I am not even usually the most organized person in my car. One of the reasons I even have this blog is that it’s a way for me to fumble my way through this parenting/adulthood thing learning as I go, with the end result being not only have I not dropped my children or left them in a bar – but that I’ve turned out a pretty good family.

And now I will write about a rudimentary part of organization that I am just now using in my 31st year of life: list making. This summer, like last, I have the kids all day every day.

Last summer didn’t go so well. It actually went very poorly. For me, it felt chaotic and anxiety producing. I’d careen from random thing to random thing, always feeling like I was late for something else. It was too late to be taking them to the park because it was almost lunch time. I should have already thought about what we were having for lunch instead of waiting until 11:59 am. I should probably get some education into them so that they will grow up to be co-presidents of the United States. Except then I would just let them watch another two hours of Sesame Street and the Wiggles while I talked myself out of a guilt-hole. It wasn’t pretty.

Oh, last-year-Lisa. I want to go back and hug myself. Then pat myself on my poor, dumb head. Lists! Lists make life better! Lists mean I know what options I have for fun activities to get out of the house (and away from Sprout), what other adult responsibilities I need to handle, and I can even get some writing done in the process (see: this post). Instead of walking around fretting about the seemingly million things that need to get done, I write it down and have a good handle on what actually needs to get done and when.


Mah Babies

We went to a Fall Festival this weekend. Because those are the kinds of things one does when one reproduces. The face painting was the best part. Also, there were homemade apple cider doughnuts.

It was here, if you’re in Maryland and so inclined.