in front of me is:
- a pink plastic Ikea plate.
- a toy camera.
- directions to a recent play date.
- a breakable souvenir from Turkey, sent by my sister (so it's out of the kids way).
next to me is:
- the board from the Thomas board game.
- a red hair ribbon.
- 2 vintage little girl's dress patterns.
- Dora the Explorer Go Fish card game.
- trawling through interesting blogs while the kids all sleep.
- tired. Very.
- going through a mental list of all the housework and other jobs I need to get done.
I am not:
- doing all the housework and other jobs that need to get done.
- sleeping while the kids are.
- preparing dinner. But I am thinking about preparing it. Does that count?
I am about to:
- tiptoe down the hallway to use the toilet so I don't wake anyone up.
- Flush the toilet later when everyone's awake. (I know, gross right? Wait till you have kids.)
- go and fold a very large pile of washing, then go and put some more washing in the machine.
- muster up my flagging energy to get something productive done. (Feeding, clothing, entertaining and disciplining children is not typically viewed by most as productive.)
It's a glamorous life, this mothering business!