A One Hour Glimpse of Mommyhood

I was telling my husband the other day how I am seemingly incapable of getting one thing done. I feel like I am constantly interrupted or get distracted by something else.  Since I am much better at putting my thoughts down via paper  blog, I figured I would write it out here. Everything below pretty much happened in a one hour timespan.

I made dinner and put it in the oven. Pat on the back for actually getting dinner ready at a decent time. I open the dishwasher to unload and pull out a blue plate. This reminded me that I left Lucas's blue sheet in the dryer and I should grab it to make his bed. Otherwise it will be bedtime while I'm scrambling to make his bed {not that I'm speaking from experience or anything ...}.  I take out said sheet and go make his bed.  En route to the bedroom I pick up the dirty clothes in the boys bathroom and toss them into the hamper. On the way back I pick up a load of laundry to toss in the wash. While taking the laundry through the kitchen (laundry unit is in garage) I notice that the table is messy, so I should clean that up. I start the laundry and come back into the kitchen.  At this point the baby has noticed that I've emerged from the kitchen so he's starting to fuss a little.  I walk by, make silly faces and say that Mommy will be there in a minute. This appeases him momentarily. I grab the placemats and clean them off.  Baby is starting to fuss again and I notice that one of his brothers hands him a toy to keep him quiet. I am leaving baby in exersaucer because he is safe from his well meaning older bothers. Upon clearing the table I start picking up the random toys in the room and tossing them in the play room. Again talk to fussy baby and say I'll be there in a minute. (like I said I would be there 10 minutes ago).  The alert for the meat thermometer beeps so I stop to check the temperature  of the meat. I realize that I should get the rest of the stuff for dinner ready (as it's a two part meal). One of the older boys comes in asking for food, I shoo him out of the kitchen. Start getting everything ready, and baby is REALLY fussing. I quickly grab him and put him in the highchair, and try to put avocado on his tray. I then realize how essentially ridiculous this is, because I'm 32 years old and I can't even pick up the darn avocado pieces without them sliding all over the tray. The baby is 3 days shy of 6 months with nary a pincer grip. So I grab a spoon and start feeding him a bite here and there as I dash about the kitchen. Almost bang into the door of the dishwasher as I have left dishwasher open from the first time I opened it. Timer for oven goes off, I need to retrieve the food. Realize I haven't finished putting the second part of dinner together. Give baby a bite of food. Quickly put meat on cutting board & grab knife, laying it down beside the meat. Finish putting the rest of the dish together and slide it in the oven. One of the older boys comes in asking for food, I shoo them out of the kitchen. Carve the meat & throw it in tupperware because I actually made dinner TOO early, as my husband was working late and was not home yet. Realize baby is fussing because he is tired, not hungry (good job Mom).  Put baby down for a nap, and decide that instead of the dishes, maybe I should shower. I haven't showered yet today, I look a mess and have grease stains on my shirt from hot oil splattering on me. Grab dish out of the oven and add it to the meat. Hop in the shower and get interrupted a few times by children asking for food. {They never STOP asking} Baby wakes up as I finish shower.  Dress, get baby, give him a toy & tell his oldest brother to keep an eye on him. Go back to kitchen, check recipe and realize I never made the side dish.  Remember to close dishwasher door this time.  Finish making the side dish right as husband walks in the door. Still haven't done the dishes that I started to unload .... an hour ago.