Juggling.

The CEO is in the shower and I've got the little guy in my arms, he doesn't like to sleep alone so putting him down is not easy. The Z is still up, it's 10:15pm and she's hungry. I'm trying to negotiate with her quietly so as not to wake the guy in my arms or the one sleeping in the room across the hall from her. We finally agree that she can have some cheese. I manage to open the fridge, the drawer containing the cheese, the zip lock bag with the block o' cheese and cut three wedges of cheese for her, all with a baby dangling happily from my other arm. I get her the cheese and she's happy. Now the big guy is starting to stir, at this point I have to alert the CEO who has just come out of the shower. I manage to put the little guy down (big victory) and I go in and comfort his brother. The CEO arrives with the precious milk and all is well. Now I just have to fold my laundry, take the dog out and get ready for bed. It's shaping up to be a typical night and looking like another 11:30+ bedtime.

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When one of us gets sick we all suffer.

The CEO is deathly ill with strep throat (OUCH!) and I'm taking time off from work to manage the gang. This is hard work. I knew it was hard being home with the kids but this was a good reminder. It is no wonder that by the time the late after noon rolls around she has no interest in making dinner. The only thing I felt like doing by then is either sleeping or shooting myself in the head.