I think I can…..

Once again, my hat goes off to all of the single moms trying to balance life with caring for your children, maintaining some level of organization around your house and in some cases working at a job outside of the home.

I think I could make the beds……but it wouldn’t be until just before bedtime.

I think I could make a healthy dinner…..but most of the sticky rice would be trekked down the hall by the baby before I had time to brush her off.

I think I could walk backwards down the same hall with my eyes closed, moving toe to heel at a snail’s pace which would not be fast enough for Ellie my tour guide and my socks would be covered in sticky rice before we made it to the corner.

I think I could get the floors swept but I would become distracted before returning the broom to the rightful cupboard thus pulling stringy hairballs and clumps of sticky rice from Chloe’s mouth as she slowly draws bits from the broom bristles and places them on her tongue.

I think I would have to enforce the one pee a day rule and that would likely take place out of the house like at the grocery where I would have no choice but to abandon my cart full of melting food and field questions from the girls like, “Why don’t you sit on the seat when you’re peeing Mommy?” while avoiding the obvious, “Because it’s disgusting.”

I think I would have to limit my board game playing to just once a day as the baby would choke on the die far too often and I would pull several muscles trying to contain and distract her with a Jenga tower to keep her from ruining the game for her sisters, muscles that had already been strained from hovering over the grocery store toilet.

I think I would have all laundry washed, dried and folded but neglect to put away in the rightful owner’s drawers until I absolutely needed an empty basket again. In fact, it may result in the purchase of a dozen more empty baskets (preferably stackable) to allow for more washing, drying, folding and busily racing past.

I think there would be one bedtime story instead of seven. No bedtime snacks and if the phone rang it would throw absolutely everything out of whack.

I hate overnight business trips.

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