Multitasking Mommie-Mind

When does it end? It seems like my brain doesn't stop for a moment, not even while I am asleep!

I wake up when the babies scream for breakfast. I don't think about my day, I only focus on getting up and making waffles.

Waffle-making means that I must make milk-cups which means that I really ought to make sure that the television is turned on and on the correct channel (Nickelodeon-my kids accept no substitute!)

Turning on the television reminds me that I should go ahead and set out three diapers, and from the smell wafting down the stairwell, some wipes are needed as well.

The toaster oven dings, and it's time to butter waffles and cut them into tiny pieces, then set them in the pass-thru so that I will hopefully remember to serve them to the babies.

I then head upstairs to see who is awake and ready for breakfast and who must be gently awakened.

While upstairs, I gather any lost sippy cups before they become a fixture in the nursery, hoping that I can manage to carry them and the two babies who are awake all the way downstairs without dropping anything.

Somehow we all manage to get downstairs, sippy cups and all, and I am compelled to change the stinky diapers, thinking all the while how nice it is that I remembered to set fresh ones out and wipes too!

So, I manage to get the two babies changed, into their feeding chairs and served, and the sippy cups put into the kitchen for safe keeping.

From the monitor, the remaining baby is now protesting his abandonment so that I won't forget him, too!

I head back upstairs to fetch the remaining baby and manage to remember to grab Vivie's blanket and the missing ruby slipper that she is currently screaming for from her feeding chair.

Once the last baby is changed, served and that slipper placed upon its RIGHTFUL (not the baby boy who gets points for trying) owner and that blanket properly situated on my daughter's lap, I have to stop and try and think what it is I should be doing.

The quiet is enough to make any thought or notion that I may have had go amazingly away.

Oh yeah, I need to put clothes on so that I don't frighten the neighbors, so I head into the bedroom, stopping to plug and turn on the laptop (work is calling) then head to the bathroom to try and appear presentable.

Since I cannot seem to remember when the last time I checked the Caller I.D. on the phone was, I go ahead and check it while I am brushing my teeth.

I don't know why I am checking it, really. I hate to use the phone, but I do for posterity's sake, I suppose.

Putting up the tooth paste reminds me pleasantly to apply deodorant (thankfully.) Then I must check the email and log into the work computer via remote and see if there are any applications that need processing.

On my way to the bedroom, I stop and open the curtains to let in the light and so I can see the world outside and remember how pretty the day must be.

I check all of the personal emails, the theater emails, and then head to the work emails.

While I shuffle through applications for work, I check my Mommie forum to see how everyone is doing and share my views on mommie-dom so that all the world can at the very least get a good giggle at my antics.

I must be forgetting something, I know it, for it is awfully quiet. A crash comes from the living room bringing me back to triplet-mum reality.

So, off to the living room I head, to free the babies from their feeding chairs and make certain that they are happy with their programming and being nice to each other.

While in the living room, I notice that the puppy is jumping up and down wildly a the window, which means she must want to be fed.

So, I head outside to feed the puppy and the kitty cats, too, as the babies all watch with noses pressed against the window panes.

Once everything man and beast is settled in their places, I head back to the bedroom to work.

I would work in the living room where I could watch the babies more closely, but if I turn my back, even for a moment, they have been known to disassemble the laptop keyboard.

It's best that I work from the bedroom and keep a sharp ear out for shenanigans and their tell-tale signs.

Before I know it, nap time is hear, and it's time to head upstairs with the little people for a nap.

While they sleep, I get their lunch ready and their drinks set. If I am lucky, I remember to grab my vitamins and a bottle of water before I head back to my room for more work.

When work slows, I switch over to working on my theater paperwork. Sometimes it means working on scripting for the fundraisers, sometimes it means working on sponsorship packages.

Today, it meant making sure that I remembered to properly fill out the annual report, write the check for the yearly amount, and ensure that the envelope was filled, sealed, and made it to the mail box in time for the mailman to pick it up!

All the while, I have been flipping back and forth between applications, watching for more applications to come in that require processing for my real work, keeping an ear out for the babies to wake up from their nap, and fielding emails from various addresses for both personal accounts and the theater.

When the babies wake up, I heat up lunch, get it all cut up and ready to go, the diapers and wipes set out, and hold my breath in hopes that they will each all want to eat lunch and be good for me.

We have thirty minutes for them to eat and hopefully be happy before it's time to load them into the van to go and pick up Bregon and take him to class at The Renzi Center.

If I am lucky, everyone eats and Kai doesn't throw a fit. Today isn't so lucky, and he screams almost as soon as his behind touches his feeding chair, before I even have a chance to buckle one strap.

So, I took him out of his chair and set him carefully on the floor for his fit while I let the others eat.

He screamed clear to the school to pick up Bregon, stopping only long enough to walk to the van and climb in for the ride.

While waiting for Bregon, I try and read a little of my "Grant Writing For Dummies" book that I picked up this weekend in Dallas.

The bell rings, Bregon gets into the van and we race off to The Renzi Center, dodging school zone traffic and Sunday drivers.

Then its back home, unload the van, get the babies a snack and ensure baby programming is acceptable, then it's back to work for me!

Thankfully, I remembered that I needed to pick Bregon up today, so instead of cooking dinner for the babies, I loaded back up the van, made sure that the portable DVD player would play the requested Backyardigan's episode as the chanting in the backseat had so nicely requested ("Tough tough tough") and headed back down to The Renzi Center to fetch my Breglet.

Thankfully, it's easier when he is with me, and he unloads the babies while I try and speed-cook dinner for the very hungry babies.

Kaiden has taken to jumping in the bottom drawer in front of the oven, Kian has been running in circles around Vivienne trying to grab the back of her pajama's, and she is very unhappy about the entire situation.

I continued slicing cheese during all this, telling Kai to get out of the drawer and tempting Kian with a piece of cheese if he would leave his sister be.

She still cried, but Bregon came to the rescue with diapers while I finished nuking fish sticks and mac-n-cheese.

We got the babies changed and served dinner in their feeding chairs, and it was back to work for me.

Next I needed to write a bit in my blog while I mentally make a list of the all the things I have forgotten to do during my day.

I know that I need to do some laundry, fold and put away the babies clothes, and wash the towels so that I can hopefully shower...someday!

I will need to figure out dinner, make sure that the demolition on my donated set is going as planned, and work on those sponsorship packages some more.

I found some places that are going out of business, so I am adding writing letters to those places about the possibility of the donation of any mannequins or left-over furniture and possibly unwanted clothing or merchandise for the theater.

Then it will be back to work again on those pesky applications. Wait, I have forgotten something.

Oh yes, it's baby bedtime and my mind is in overload! Oh well, maybe I will remember what it is that I have forgotten to take care of while I sleep...that is why I have pen and paper on my nightstand.

It's not to write down bits of dreams or anything of that sort, no. It's so that I can take notes on what it is that I may have forgotten or need to do for tomorrow!

But sleep is such a long way away! Heck, husband isn't even home from work yet. But, thankfully, Scarlet, tomorrow should be another day!