Last night I checked out a website called
Large Family Logistics. Now I really don't think there is a site out there I need more than that one (
Molly, in
Alaska, linked to it on her blog yesterday... she also left a comment for me here! Thanks!). Logistics is not something I am good at. Neither is organization, or sticking to a routine, or keeping records, or planning, or scheduling, or dealing with stress...
Why did you choose
me for this role in life, Lord?!?
One day this week a boy from down the street walked through my house, following the crowd that came in the front door and headed out the back. Why they all had to go through the house instead of around the house, I don't know! As he walked in he was looking all around, so I asked him if it looked just like his house. His house has the same floor plan as ours. His answer: "no, our house is never this messy."
Granted, this was before 5:00 clean up time, and it was after a birthday package full of packing peanuts and shredded paper had arrived and was opened (anyone can imagine what 4 & 5 year old boys can do with that material).
However, it left me with a sinking feeling. I am the crazy mama on the street with the five kids and the disaster of a house.
So... guess what I did today?!
You got it, motivated by a 5 year old, we cleaned up! Put away toys, dusted, swept, vacuumed, mopped, folded and put away at least 3 loads of laundry... And wow, does it look great down there! Thankfully it's a long weekend because I'm hoping to do the same thing upstairs tomorrow.
I love the smell of pine-sol and the clutter free feeling of my clean house. Why does the catching up only happen once every other week or so? It's the keeping up that I struggle with.
Two really amazing things:
1. Asked my 5 year old to put the silverware away for the first time today. His reaction, "Thank you for letting me do this, mom! Can this be my job every day?"
2. After mopping the kitchen, I left the bucket and mop by the door and went upstairs to put the baby to bed. Big brother, who is 6, came in and said, "Mom, you know that floor by the front door, can I mop that for you?" Sure thing! And after that, "Mom, can I mop the bathrooms now?"
You know, with all that sweet help, I really have no excuse!
In other news... our now 9 year old played her first real round of golf! Matt took H for 9 holes this morning for her b-day. If the violin thing doesn't work out for her, she's planning to join the LPGA.
When they got home, we all walked up the street almost a mile for lunch! I say walked; I was actually the only one walking. Matt and the two oldest rode their bikes, with #3 on his scooter. I pulled the two littles in the wagon. What a sight, and what fun! We got the typical, "are these all your children" at the restaurant, to which I joyfully answered, "yes!" But when she asked me how old they are, I seriously drew a blank. Give me a break, it's "birthday season."