I smile and grit my teeth on days like these where there is a pile of laundry (almost literally) a mile high, cheerios stuck to the floor and sheets to wash because Armenie’s diaper leaked all over my bed last night (because she wouldn’t go to sleep without a bottle). I try to remind myself that these moments are fleeting and flying by faster than I know it as I pry Hanna’s hair out of Armenie’s sticky little fist and try not lost control even though I can feel the steam coming out of my ears.
It’s been really challenging for us, balancing day jobs and our own growing business and trying to be attentive parents. I’m starting to feel like a professional juggler. We trade off hanging out with kids, getting our work done – back and forth to the computer on days we have the luxury of being home at the same time. If it’s home alone you’re just trying to skim the top of the do list, anything other than that is nearly impossible without some sort of catastrophe.
Exhibit A: I got a call at work the other day from Syx that almost frightened me because of the funny way his voice sounded until he choked out, “Hanna cut her hair. I was on a business call and I turned around and she had a fist full of hair.”
and now moving on to….
Which, by the way – she blamed on Armenie.
I also kind of didn’t know whether to be mad or proud.
I split the difference.
Now wish me luck, for I’m off the clean the toilet, and fold the laundry and put together a mini album… before I have to leave for work in 2 hours.
Better busy than bored, right?