Mothering Many

All those horror stories we heard about a mother’s work never ending? They are true. It’s 10pm, I am way past ready for bed, and yet there is more stuff to be done. And nap? All I have to do is mention nap to ensure all manner of natural and child caused disasters. Perhaps tomorrow, I can announce that it is time to go outside. And then I can put on a pair of those huge vintage sunglasses and close my eyes. Maybe they will be so busy playing they won’t notice. Until I start snoring, that is!