"Is It Hard"

Most people that know me also know that for the last 5 months, my husband has been working out of the area during the week and home on weekends. I will be the first to admit not everyone thinks before they speak but recently when talking to a friend, she asked how things were going. She then proceeded to ask me "is it hard?" What I really wanted to do was ask her if pigs give birth to elephants in comparison to what my daily life is like but I merely said "we make the best of it." Then I got to thinking "is it hard" well you tell me? My days start between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. (depending on when beasty wakes up hungry), I basically cruise from getting dressed, to brewing coffee, making bottles, packing a lunch, making a chore list for the older kids, to waking beasty back up, and starting the 30 minute procrastination rodeo that it takes to get Kanyon out of bed every morning. We leave our house by 7:15 to drop Kaleb off at football practice and the beasts off at daycare with enough time that I can make it to work without being late. On an average day I have 8-10 files of equipment that are piled on my desk, my phone rings multiple times, and I'm continuously getting interrupted by somebody that needs/wants something (have I mentioned I'm under paid LOL). My lunch breaks are generally spent either a. running kids b. running kids or c. picking up kids to run them somewhere. My work afternoons are spent essentially just like the mornings. I leave the office at 4:00 and head straight to pick up kids from daycare then home to run Kaleb to football practice again. Upon arriving home I notice that a tornado has magically hit our home again and it's a scattered mess but like I said, it's magical because the house was clean when I left it and nobody confesses to anything. Kan is crying because I didn't let him open the door, Kimbree is crying because she's hungry and now I've dropped my purse, the mail, and spilled a bottle trying to get beasty fed. I take a 30 minute break to feed baby, build garages for Kan's cars, pick up the "magical" mess before it's time to start dinner and then what do you know the phone rings and somebody needs a ride AGAIN. I'm lucky to get dinner on the table by 7:00 and without flaw someone is ALWAYS complaining (Kennedy) because they (she) doesn't like green beans or casserole or tacos with soft shells - the list goes on. Beasty is screaming because she wants to eat what everyone else is eating so I cave to calm her down, right about the time Kan spills his drink all over the table. Whew finally another mess is cleaned up but everyone is asking to leave the table, I haven't yet eaten but that's ok everyone is taken care of and the house is quiet at least for a minute. Cleaning up dinner, turns into baths, picking up another mess, Kan crying because he didn't want those pajamas, Kimbree pulling my hair, Kennedy making Kan cry because well that's what Kennedy does. I go to sit down and realize I need to start a load of laundry the baby barfed all over her clothes at daycare and well let's face it I will make a load of wash versus having stained clothes. I go to sit down again "hey mom I need a $120 for football." I go to sit down again and the baby pooped, time for diaper change. I go to sit down again and Kan starts crying because well he's tired and he needs his blanket. I feed beasty and kiss her little cheeks then put her to bed (she's a gem and goes down so easy). Kan wants to read his Monsters book again for the 14th time this week so we read a story and snuggle for ten minutes before the clothes need to go in the dryer. Kaleb and Kennedy and fighting over what's on tv AGAIN. Kan's finally crashed its 10:30 p.m and the laundry needs folded. Cars, blocks, blankets, and many other toys are scattered widely throughout the kitchen and living room. I spend time picking the house back up and realize another day went by and I didn't get a workout in. The kitty litter needs changed and kittens need food its 11:00. I forgot to make a night bottle CRAP! I sit for 30 minutes and fall asleep on the couch, then get up turn everything off and lock the doors, its 12:30 a.m. and I'm just crawling into bed and shutting my eyes. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 1:30 and beasty is waking up hungry, I crawl out of bed to warm a bottle and get back in bed its now 2:00 a.m. Before I know it the alarm is going off and my days starting all over again. Is it hard, NAH it's just another day in park!!!