Full Hands

I have found that three children = full hands. All. the. time. Someone is constantly hungry, dirty, needing help or making a mess that will require cleaning. Then there is laundry to fold, dishes to wash, and floors that constantly need sweeping / vaccuming / scrubbing. Not to mention the odd pieces of lego drifting around the bathroom, the sippy cups hiding under beds and couches, and the essential missing piece of playmobil that must be found right this moment! Add to this a baby who doesn't particularly like the sling, and would much prefer mom's arms, and an energetic preschooler who hates the cold, and there is no time to type. Sorry to be so absent from this spot lately, friends, but I am a bit overwhelmed.