(All the Spanish I know I’ve learned from Sesame Street and Dora the Explorer. In fact, I looked up this particular phrase on Nick Jr.’s web site because I couldn’t understand what Dora was saying.)
Anyway, we did it! I’ve been flying solo for TWO WHOLE DAYS now, and all three of my children are still alive. Be impressed, because Raisin has been flirting dangerously with infanticide: “Mommy, I do it! … Help me!” [clueless mother tries to help] “NO, I do it! … Help me!”
I am proud to have survived these two days, but I’m also still unsure of myself. Survival is all I’ve really accomplished, and I’m pretty burned out. Anybody out there who has more than two kids got any tips about how to be in three places at once? (Or heck, two places at once?)
Speaking of which, Apple’s crying. Gotta go….