I don't know how other at home mothers accomplish anything.
I don't like the idea of sticking Allie in a playpen, and thus, I find it difficult to walk away from her, to pick things up, to wash something, to make lunch, to do anything. It's frustrating for me, and it's frustrating for Joe.
Last week, I planned cherry chocolate cheesecake for our church's Thanksgiving service. I had waited until the day of the service to make the cheesecake, so I absolutely had to make it during the day, with my kids' help.
Grace is a great helper. She's always liked to cook. She put cookies in the blender. She mixed; she poured.
Allie is too little to be a good helper. She emptied cupboards. She smashed bananas. She smeared cookies all over herself, played in the cat's water bowl, and threw cat food throughout the kitchen.
In short, she made a huge mess – of herself and of the kitchen. I think Grace's shoe ended up in that cupboard.
Fortunately, though, she was busy and happy and adorable. I wasn't mad at her; she was doing what babies do.
I got the cheesecake mixed, assembled, baked, and cooled. It was a big hit at the service.
But I remain perplexed. I have girlfriends who exercise and homeschool and make dinner and clean the house and blog, all in the course of the day, while taking care of their children.
How does that happen?
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