It is strange to think that I have 5 kids. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Elise, Mason, Sammy, Lincoln, Trevor. One girl, 4 boys--the same as in my family: me and 4 brothers. More kids than just about every family I know. And I, at 31, have 5 kids. Don't you have to be old to have 5 kids?
I digress...
Nursing takes a lot of time. Don't get me wrong, I love nursing, but I figure I'm sitting for an extra 3 hours every day. I love the fact that I have to take breaks and just sit and relax. I can do quite a bit while nursing--read to myself or the kids, supervise cleaning, type one-handed on the computer. I continue to digress...
Things have been going very smoothly my first week alone with 5 kids, so I should have been expecting today. It started out with my shoes sticking to the kitchen floor. Strange, but not unheard of. I did a quick mop while the kids ate grilled cheese sandwiches that Elise had made. As soon as Lincoln finished eating I got him ready for his nap, noticing the second strange thing: his pant legs were soaked about three inches up the hem--like he'd been walking through water. I smelled them and they smelled like apple juice. Very strange. I tasted it, and it tasted like apple juice.
Now, I was certain that we have no apple juice in the house, and the older kids were as befuddled as I. Nevertheless, I sent them downstairs to see if maybe something spilled down there, thinking--hoping, I don't know, that perhaps there was no explanation for the mysterious apple-juiced pants.
Their report was not heartening, and the timing made me laugh. I was rocking Lincoln, Trevor was fussing to be nursed, I was in the middle of doing 9 loads of laundry, and they report that Lincoln got a jar of homemade apple cider and had dropped it in the laundry room, making everything sticky. There was glass and cider everywhere. Oh yeah! I thought I had heard a crash earlier! (But since no screaming followed the crash, I promptly forgot about it).
I love my life.
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