Down Time? What down time?

I have a shirt that someone gave me when I was pregnant that says "Motherhood isn't for sissies." If that isn't the understatement of the millenium I dont know what is. I'll start my rant, I mean blog, by saying I have a great husband and a great support network, but sheesh it's still all so hard. I look around at other parents and wonder if they are as close to going insane as I am. I look at parents of older children, and wonder if they dealt with all the same issues. The answer to both questions, is of course, yes. Everyone who is a parent deals with all the same issues and feels like insanity is just one lost toy or one cry session away.

My current complaint is that there is just no downtime in my day. I get up and get the boys ready, get myself ready, get out the door, get them to school, go to work, go pick them up from school; and the cycle repeats. You would think I have it down by now and not be shocked that I don't sit down until 9pm. But every day, I wonder where all the time went. How did an entire day go by and all I got accomplished was that there are 12 toys on the ground now instead of 15? So, I count my successes --- the boys looked nice at school (A for getting them dressed), the boys ate their dinner (A for keeping them from starvation), I read them a book (A for contributing a little toward their intellectual well-being), I let them play outside and prayed that they wouldn't split up on me (A for trying...).

So 9pm it is....eat some dinner, split a Klondike with Scott, and fall asleep in the middle of a show.....Not a bad life!