When the cats are away

In the last two days...

~I have made 28 plates of food (that is just four meals)
~I have occupied 70 very busy little fingers (on rainy days)
~I have made sure that 14 feet were walking in the way they should go
~I have covered 70 little toes in socks and shoes and covered 7 heads with hoods, repeatedly.
~I have taken care of seven little busy bodies, the oldest of which is 6 years old (my own Corynn)
~I have powdered four diapered bums and made countless trips to the pee potty for those in-betweens.

I took care of my sisters' children for the last two days and a stowaway child from daycare along with my own, making seven children under six.

I took lots of books, puzzles and playdough with me in a big fun basket of newness (for the other children, not my own). I worked on school while the babies were resting. I had thrown together crockpot meals in the morning, so when I got home I didn't have to worry about throwing together a hasty meal while exhausted. (WHY don't I use that thing more often, by golly it is handy!) I scheduled blog posts over the weekend (which is why you saw me here.)

This means, though, that I was away from home, from laundry, from garden, from my to-do list and from all daily routines for two days---which seems short except in the life of a mother and homekeeper! When you consider the mountainous pile of laundry that had already begun to accumulate before these two days due to a rainy week beforehand (no clothesline) and dust that stubbornly falls even in your absence, you can understand what an awful lot there is to do!!

Every meal as I would line up all the necessary plates, I would chuckle at the sight. I felt like Lucille Ball in Yours, Mine and Ours. And that is not a bad thing. ;-)