20: Approximate number of diapers I change in a 24-hour period (well, the Jellyman does about half of the ones that occur while he’s home….)
51: Number of minutes since my parents left with Raisin, who is spending the night at their house.
3: Number of projects I have started since then.
0: Number that are anywhere near being finished.
6 kajillion: Number of times I have thought, “You know, when you were 20, you wouldn’t have thought that doing laundry, vacuuming*, and caring for two 3-month-old babies was an afternoon off.” (But it is.)
Infinity: Number of times I’ve uttered the following phrases in the last three months: “Just a minute.” Hold on.” “I’ll be right there.” “I’ll take care of it as soon as I change your sister’s diaper/feed the babies/take out the trash.”
6:30: Latest Raisin will generally stay in her bed, no matter how late she was up the night before. Tomorrow, I will not be getting up at 6:30. (When I worked in an office, I had to get up way before that. Somehow it seems a lot earlier now….)
2: Number of months it took me to figure out that it’s not “Kunta Cave,” but “cool, dark cave.” She got the phrase from a book, and she is severely disappointed that I took so long to get it.
*Do I get credit for vacuuming even if the Roomba is doing it?