Mission Exhaustable

Ok, this will probably be my last post for October since we only have about 7 or 8 days left in October. This month has proven without variance that being a woman, mother, wife, referee, chef, cabby, is beyond tiring: It's downright exhausting! One day this month (not very long ago) I had to stop what I was doing because I started watching myself vacuuming the carpet next to me. Then, as I was watching myself vacuum I saw me pick up the baby to nurse and me answer the phone that rang simultaneously. As I was on the phone with my husband who also put in his order for what he wanted at Cafe CeCe, myself put the baby down after feeding,went to the kitchen to wash dishes and start dinner as well as to resolve the twelfth of many domestic disputes that day between small people over which toy out of the cereal boxes belonged to me (no me, no me,no meeeee, no meeeeeeeeeeee, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!). As I hung up the phone and turned down the pots and rinsed out the sink, I looked over at myself vacuuming the carpet, and making up the beds, and mopping the floors and we all shook our heads secretly wishing we could somehow join the circus or at least go to England to find a strapping, young and handsome butler that would work for me in exchange for a Green card. Then, as if a bolt of lightning struck me (I absentmindedly plugged the blender in with wet hands), I had an epiphany. Ding! Pztt-Pztt! Fortunately, the fuse-box blew and I was able to release the plug and realize a few things about my life at that moment. I'll tell you more about it later. . .