In one hand, a butterfly preschool backpack, my keys, a barbie horse, two hats, a thermos, and a glove. In the other hand a book-laden backpack, my coat, a Cars 2 lunchbox, the other glove, and a can of Diet Coke. Under that arm, two broken down cardboard boxes for recycling, and in the crook of the other arm "Princess," Pink P's teddy bear.
Thus laden, I walk toward the garage in the pre-dawn darkness. Before I get there, Ren calls out, "Aren't you going to take the garbage?"
Wordlessly, I turn to show him my load, and he simply says, "Have a good day."
If I could have juggled it, I would have, but lately, I've been feeling like my hands are way more than full. We've been down one parent for a few months now since Ren's back decided to go south for the winter. See what I get for making Ren sleep on the ground with a bunch of first-grade cub scouts back in the fall?
Like most working moms, I was already juggling a lot. But since Ren's the one who gets stuff done at home, things have certainly taken a turn to the next-to-impossible. We're hoping the lumbar epidural steroid shot he got yesterday does the trick! Until then, apologies for the sporadic posts!