Queen Bee

Yesterday Molly Maids came to clean our house — a baby-welcoming gift from the Jellyman’s parents (thank you!).  My mother was there when they came.  She took all last week off of work, and half-days this week so that she could help me out.  We ate a dinner I made and froze months ago, but we wouldn’t have needed to.  A church member dropped by with some jambalaya — if we’d known for sure she was coming I wouldn’t have even needed to turn on the oven.

In other words, I’m starting to wonder what it is I do around here.  I make a darn fine milk machine.  Oh, and I folded a couple of pieces of clothing.  And I microwaved some mac and cheese for Raisin’s lunch.  Industry, thy name is Grape.

So, I am starting to wean myself off some of the extra help.  Wish me luck.

About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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4 Responses to Queen Bee

  1. Jackie says:

    You are very welcome.

  2. Good luck.

    The milk machine for two is a full time job.

    Plus you have that whole other kid.

  3. Jane says:

    How is the whole nursing-twins thing going? Well, I hope. Such a rewarding thing, when it doesn’t stress you out…

  4. Isabel says:

    Best of luck. You can do it!

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