It's amazing how time flies and before you know it you're a mom to three kidlets. Taking them to soccer, helping them practice piano, reading them books, sharing good music with them, eating donuts, going on hikes, watching them grow. So much to teach, so much to learn. These three boys make me one happy camper.
Things are hopping these days! Many goings on scheduled here and there, half of which I forget and end up apologizing to people for doing so. It's busy, but a good busy. Plus, buying our second car has proven to take longer than (it should or) we planned. We sold our old car thinking the purchase would be quick, this has left us with one car, which has added to the craziness of our current days and today was no exception. Here is a timeline of one day just for the heck of it.
6:45// Ollie wakes up and goes downstairs to draw and read.
7:00// Ansel wakes up and proceeds to come into our room to deliver the line, "Mom, wake up and come downstairs."
7:30// Breakfast is served. I make Ollie lunch and sign agenda.
7:45// The boys take a rare morning bath because we've had two tub-less late nights in a row (due to previous busy/fun days).
8:47// We leave to pick up carpool and drop off at school.
9:30// Leave to take Jess to work.
10:00// Receive text asking, "is Ansel coming to preschool co-op today?
10:07// Drop Jess off.
10:05// Receive text asking if we'd like to meet at the library today with a friend.
10:20// Kindly decline library invite via text.
10:30// Send text apologizing for forgetting and missing preschool.
10:46// stop at Target.
11:45// give Ian a bath.
1:55// pick up carpool.
2:00// neighbors come over to play.
2:55// take phone call from sister.
3:00// neighbor child smashes finger in back door.
3:45// break up fight between kids. Send neighbors home.
4:20// eat early dinner.
4:45// prep Ollie for soccer game.
5:00// leave for game.
5:16// figure out I misread the schedule and his game is actually in an hour.
5:50// pick up Jess.
6:15// go back to fields for Ollie's soccer game.
6:40// go to feed Ian but find that he's had a major blowout. Go to public restroom and clean Ian. Throw away soiled diaper as well as his onesie. Find that I've forgotten extra clothes for Ian. He rides home in a diaper and orange muslin blanket. Looks like a Tibetan monk.
7:10// drive home and change blouse that is covered in newborn poo.
7:35// arrive at friends' wedding shower.
8:35// go home and hold Ian so Jess can pack for international trip.
10:20// leave to drop Jess off at airport.
11:15// arrive home. carry a sleeping Ansel up to bed. Walk a had-been-sleeping Ollie up to bed. Take sleeping Ian up to room in car seat.
We are in need of a new car and so have been test driving a few. For one of the test drives, I got in the car and waited for the salesman to give me the key. He wasn't handing it over. I looked at the salesman like, "Okay, I need the key. This is when you give me the key so I can start the car." And he's looking at me like, "What are you waiting for? Go ahead." And there was this long pause which became an awkward silence and I couldn't take it anymore so I said "Can I have the key?" To which he replied, "I'd give it to you, but I've had people accidentally leave the dealership with them." Um, what? I still didn't get it. I was thinking, "Well, how are we going to drive this thing?" At which point I saw the red start engine button and felt very foolish. This was a keyless start car and it took me an amazingly long time to figure that out. Yep, I am old school. To solidify this fact even more, during the drive I looked at the front console with all of the buttons and said, "How do you turn off the radio?" and "What is that screen for?" (there were two), like an 80-year-old trying to use an iPad for the first time.
Here's the truth: I am not a fan of laundry. Especially the folding part. I have been known to leave a whole pile of laundry on the bedroom floor until we've worn about 91% of it. That means it lays there for a whole week. I am not proud of this. The worst part of the system is trying to find socks. All the sifting and re-sifting just to find a match. Exhausting. Infuriating. And my fault.
I knew something had to be done. So I went to Target. I bought four cube bins. One each for Jess, the boys and me (Ian's clothes are cleaned separately due to scent free detergent but I'll add a bin for him when the time comes).
Now instead of throwing the clean pile of laundry on the floor, I immediately separate it into the bins. Then, usually a bit later, I take the bins to the respective person's closet to fold the clothes and put away all in one step. No folding in my room and carrying each pile to their room. This makes laundry so much easier! And no more laundry on the floor.