The grandparents did a marvelous job putting the babies to sleep while we were at the ballet.
Grandparents are a marvelous thing, it turns out.
Five fell asleep before we got home, and I carried her in to her bed.
Nathan went straight to his computer to finish a musical application for an upcoming festival, and spent the rest of the night burning CDs and doing musical-ish things.
I ran laundry all day, so tonight had it all dumped on our bed and used the pile to pack suitcases for the kids. Brilliant! It saved me a time of hanging everything back up, and made sure they had favorite clothes packed and ready. I ran the last of my laundry and Nathan’s while I did that, again glad to pack what I could of it rather than hanging it all up.
That’s when I announced I was finally finished and could go to sleep, and that I was extra grateful since I still work tomorrow so we need to be as packed tonight as we can.
That’s when the teenager looked at me shocked, not realizing that when we have said all week that we are going on vacation this weekend that what we meant was that on Friday we would be leaving town and she would need to take clothes with her.
That’s when I realized she hadn’t done her laundry, and that I wasn’t really going to bed early.
This made me cringe because my present to Nathan for Valentine’s is “rest”, so I planned on getting up with the babies all night. That’s hard enough anyway, but extra painful when you don’t go to bed in the first place.
I made her start her laundry right away, and she did great gathering it and sorting it and getting it in the washer. Then she fell asleep, so I stayed up to move it to the dryer and put her other load in the washer.
Ah, the laundry of motherhood.
But it’s not like I am out in the cold with hands raw from a scrub board, so should I really complain? I don’t think so.
That’s the best I can do for tonight, so now I am going to crawl into bed with my vibrating light up baby monitor, so that Nathan can get some sleep.
And also, I am going to wear my cochlear implant processor all night, for the first time ever, just in case.
Already the night sounds seem scary and distracting, so I don’t know if I can do it.
Also, I don’t know if it will stay on my head in my sleep.
Also, I hope it doesn’t overheat if I roll onto it with the pillow, because another fire in this house is the last thing we need.
It will be a grand adventure, for sure.
In the meantime, I have Nathan’s things laid out for him to finish selecting and packing, my things packed, the teenager’s clothes almost clean, and all the kids’ bags packed.
Vacation is hard work with kids, that’s what I say.