How does crazy octo mom do it?!!!

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I only have four kids. But, little gets done and my standards are low. This is pretty much a typical day right now:

2:30-3:00 am Feed and care for baby
5:00 -5:30 am Feed baby
7:00-8:00 am Breakfast, spelling tests and the constant phrase "get dressed, get dressed!"
8:00-9:00 am Feed baby, walk around with screaming baby, finally feed him a bottle, wonder if he is done nursing
9:15 am call neighbor ask how her kids quit nursing, get really sad that youngest is already getting older
9:30 play blocks with 3-year-old
10:00 try to get dressed and hope teeth will get brushed and I will get a shower
10:15 school principal returns call--discuss needed improvement in math program
10:30 kindergarten pick-up & grocery errands
11:30 Feed baby, wonder if G's eyes look sick, should I go to doctor?
12:30 Research pink eye and make lunch for kids--keep calling doc office to get in to office, hold two sad kids on two knees try to not let pink eye touch the baby eye
1:40 Make doc appt, change two diapers, feed baby do a load of laundry, cancel piano lessons
2:10-2:30 drive like a madman late for appointment to doc, YELL at slower drivers
3:20 Doc is done, pick-up prescription, get ballet clothes, get back in traffic
4-6 pm watch daughter dance, feed baby in car, keep hiding G from other mothers so they don't wonder what crazy/cruel mom would take such nasty, mucus eyes in public
6-7 Dinner--reheated pizza. Feed the little one.
7-8 Bribe kids with oreos to clean kitchen & living room. We read a book for a few minutes.
8-9 Feed baby, nag children to bed. All but oldest in bed
9-9:30 Strip naked so daughter, husband out of town, can apply psoriasis anointment to entire back/legs/nether regions. As long as she uses a cotton swab, it doesn't gross her out. (oh the joy of standing butt naked so my daughter can apply goo to my sores!)
9:32 In bed, a miracle! Tomorrow will better. I will shower, exercise and brush my teeth!
9:38 Baby screaming

Comments

M+J=K3+E said…
So well put...glad to know someone else is in the same boat. As much as I want this baby out...it scares the @%#$ out of me!!
May 1, 2010 at 6:33 PM
Mary Morris said…
I know I want more kid(s)--but life with a new baby isn't the time to decide, or I'd be done! Fortunately it seems to get better with time. Right???
May 2, 2010 at 5:37 PM
Anonymous said…
seeing everything written down in stark black ink just makes it look so crazy!!! wow. xo
May 2, 2010 at 6:52 PM
Lisa said…
Yeah.

Happy Mother's Day! Don't forget to go buy your own present (so you get what you want)!!!
May 7, 2010 at 2:15 PM
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