Never do you realize quite so intensely that our existence is all about food until you have the dreaded pregnancy morning sickness. Actually, in my past experience a more appropriate name would be “every waking minute sickness”.
Now that the baby of the household is in school I’m amazed by the number of pairs of shoes, extra clothes, snow pants, mitts, hats, scarves and everything we must have. This one kid is giving the Smith quintuplets a run for their money in school wears required. We need back-ups for everything “just in case”.
Do you often hear your kids say, “mom will do it” or “that’s mom’s job” when it comes to the domestic engineering of your home? Do you wonder why the heck they automatically think that every floor needing mopping, clothes needing washing, dinner needing cooking and toilet needing scrubbing is mom’s job?