At The End Of The Day, It's All Worth It... Right?

I overheard someone utter this phrase today and it got me thinking. Sure, it's all worth it. Otherwise why would I do it, but when the heck does the day end? According to the computer display, it is 11:11 PM July 8th, 2008. I'm still awake and typing away, so apparently MY day is not yet at an end.

What did I do today? Let's see... Hubby had a 7:30 conference call this morning and Biscuit is visiting his dad this week, so I got the Beans up, fed, dressed (let's not forget there was a poopy diaper in there) and down for Happy Nappy #1 promptly at nine. Mimzi came over to monitor the Beans so I could run errands. I got home at about noon to find that the Beans woke up pretty much right after I left at 9:30 and had been up and about and FUSSY (let's not forget to mention poopy--AGAIN), so I fed and changed and put them back down for Happy Nappy #2 at one. One is not the Beans' approved Happy Nappy #2 Time-- that's usually at three o'clock, but today they were too tired to argue. Between one and three-thirty I ate, glanced at some news headlines, cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry and made nary a dent in the mountain of chores there are to do around here. I considered vaccuuming but we're getting the A/C and funace replaced tomorrow, so I figured rather than get all hot and sweaty (which will of course make me even grumpier than I would be just looking at dirty floors) I would wait until tomorrow (because let's face it-- are the A/C guys really going to take me seriously when I politely request that they remove their big, smelly boots before coming in the house? I don't think so. And if they did, wouldn't their feet probably stink so badly [from standing outside in 103- degree heat replacing other people's compressors or whatever so that those other people can be comfortable] that I would kick myself for asking in the first place? See, I know how to be my own best friend).

Then the Beans were up and around again. They needed new diapers and Mommy gladly obliged, then fed them again. This was another joyous meal in which Mommy not only got banana sprayed in her face and hair but also got to watch another Bean poop AGAIN. So after the meal was done we changed another poopy diaper AGAIN. At 4:30, Hubby came in to say he was done working and was it okay for him to take a quick bike ride? Sure, honey! It's still a hundred degrees outside though, so take your phone and make sure you call me before you pass out so I'll know where to pick you up. Oh, and leave your shoes on so your feet won't stink up the Starship Margaret, please. Thank you!

Another Bean pooped again (and by now the italics or caps seem silly because it would be weirder to be doing something other than changing a poopy diaper) and we played together for a while until Hubby returned home and took off his shoes-- sigh. I took a shower (since my feet probably smelled less like Chanel No 5 and more like Cheerio-banana-dog hair-Bean slobber-poopy diaper paste) and scooted out for my MoM's group meeting. Oh, and somewhere in there I ate a bowl of dinner. Don't ask what kind of dinner it was because I can't remember-- all I know is that I had to stand in front of the microwave and hold the door closed for the microwave to stay on. But that's another post entitled, "MagicChef: The Most Evilest Nemesis Of All". The microwave may very well usurp Crane of his title. Crane pretty much just bores me now. Stupid static toilet.

I had a nice evening out among adults. These fellow mothers of multiples are great to hang out with-- I guess because they understand the crazy. They understand that lack of sleep coupled with the need for constant, obsessive vigilance to prevent crawling infants from climbing the Bookcase Ladder of Doom or from Drowning in the Dreary Depths of the Doggie Water Dish or from Licking 'Lectrical Sockets leads to silly, aberrant behavior. Yes, some people without multiples might call it deviant or psychotic but hey, they're not in my shoes (which probably would stink were they not flip-flops) so they can take their multi-syllabic, important-sounding, smarty-fartypants five-dollar words and stick them in the Beans' Diaper Genie where they belong!

I got home at around 9:45 (I think). I was still a little hungry but chose instead of eating to check on the Beans, check the inbox, check the voicemail, check the kitchen (yep, he saved me the dishes and look!!! There's my half-eaten bowl of dinner-- but he did get the Beans to bed so that's fair), do the dishes, reflect on the day and engage in a little blog therapy.

Yes, it is absolutely worth it-- but it's finding a moment to reflect and appreciate it that's the challenge. But even for as harried and frazzled as I feel when I can't remember when last I bathed and when I know without a doubt I look as bad as I smell and that I look waaaaaayyy older than I am (if I can remember how old I am that day), I can't say that there's anything I'd rather have more than BiscuitandBeanslove. I've been to Europe, visited lush tropical islands, had rich boyfriends with fast cars and my own promising career-- and if I had one millisecond to choose what I'd rather have, it would be my kids every single time.

As long as they keep their stinky shoes on ;) And now that it's 12:10 AM, today would officially find its end tomorrow.