Okay, so as I was feeding my wonderful youngest child his first macaroni and cheese (through the food grinder of course) I had an epiphany. Why am I so tired all the time? Why are all mom's so tired all the time? Because we are constantly splitting our physical and mental powers by the number of children we have. Just like Voldemort split himself 7 (?) ways--I am split 5 ways--once for myself and then again for each of my children. So, while my brain is registering that my stomach is hungry (hum, ground mac n' cheese can't be that bad. Nope it isn't.) and I need to pee--it is also tracking the whereabouts of my oldest child and whether he is destroying the house, trying to remember if Clara has had her mineral oil and Miralax today, noting that Kate is standing on table trying to take her diaper off--and oh, yeah I haven't cleaned up her pee from the last time she took her diaper off this morning, and thinking that Andrew is probably ready for a drink of water and boy is the poor child tired but it'll be a moment till I can get him down for a nap. This goes on ALL DAY LONG. Gol! No wonder I need a nap!
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