My plan was to shower, pump, and feed babies as usual during our already packed morning routine. I then had to bake two cakes and complete the prep work for dinner between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. By 2:00 I needed to load everyone into the van and drive 35 minutes to my sister's house, where I would help my niece make her princess birthday cake. I needed to be at my other sister's house by 5 p.m. to begin cooking dinner. I volunteered to bring dinner to my aunt and uncle at 6 p.m. and I promised to bring the kids for a visit.
I forget how much more challenging constant running around is with four young children. Here are bits and pieces of my race against the clock today:
- I ended up giving formula for an entire feed because I didn't have time to pump in between baking and soothing babies who refused to nap.
- I spent nearly ten minutes looking for James' pacifier while he screamed bloody murder, only to discover I had zipped it up in his pajamas after I changed his diaper.
- I left the house in utter disarray with dirty dishes, baby gear, and trash all over the kitchen.
- Just before getting on the interstate, I realized my aunt's cake was still in the fridge, so I had to turn around and retrieve it.
- I spent fifteen minutes in a Panera drive thru just for some coffee.
- By the time I got to my sister's house, a whisk and mixing bowl covered in icing had rolled around in the back of the van.
- After packing up nearly my whole kitchen into the van, I forgot shredded cheese and had to "run in" and buy some. (There is no such thing as a "quick errand" when you have four kids ages 2 and under.)
- While cooking dinner at my sister's house, I heard Jackson cry, "Oooooh. Mommy, I'm wet! I peed on myself." Next thing I know he is stark naked in my sister's shower yelling, "I take a bath."
- While waiting for my brother to graciously bring a change of clothes for Jackson from his own children, the babies were crying in the living room and the cheese started to burn on my chicken tetrazzini.
- The plan was to all eat dinner together with my aunt and uncle, but I had to run the dinner over (three houses down from my sister) while my brothers dealt with a naked Jack and overly tired babies for a few minutes. I felt bad that their meal was 20 minutes later than I promised, but I'm glad they didn't wait on us to eat.
- Even though my aunt's house is just a few houses down from my sister's, I had to put the babies in their carseats and drive there because I couldn't carry all three at once and I knew the stroller wouldn't fit through their doorway.
- We stayed well past the point of happy babies.
- The challenge of the day was how many times I could load and unload babies into carseats and strollers. Final verdict: 9 times.
|Lila was concerned that the cake didn't "look pretty" yet|
|Celebrating my aunt finishing half of chemotherapy with a cake, card, and necklace|
(Pink represents breast cancer, zebra symbolizes carcinoid cancer)