Last night I was up most of the night with my fevering boy, following his sister from the night before last. My morning started early before the sun, in the dark with Lyra's dress thrown over the lamp, as not to wake my fevering boy, as I rubbed his toasty feet with lavender oil. What is it to be a mom? We work twenty four, seven with never a moment off. Our multi tasking skills can make you dizzy. Here is a few hours in my life this morning, or at least what I can remember. Waking up to make a healthy breakfast, you are a cook. Time to bath the baby and make sure other child is dressed and hair done, a hairdresser. Go outside to feed the animals, discover that there is lots of duck poo all over the porch to clean up, professional sh*t cleaner upper. Realize that the duck has thrown all her eggs out of her hutch, get attacked by a broody duck, wild animal tamer. Give up, let her sit on there until tonight. Of of a sudden you are asked to recall where your child left her toy three weeks ago, you have the, memory of an elephant, but can't remember what you went to get in the bathroom. Take the children to let the sheep out, lure sheep into the sheep house with grain. Get halter on her for the first time and try to calmingly drag her to her pick it line, while pushing your one year old in a stroller because by this time he is tired out, making sure that baby lamb follows and dog doesn't kill the sheep, super strength women. Go back to house to get camera because now the sheep looks so sweet in the tall grass, tuck your other sick child into a sleeping bag in the hammock with drink and swing, nurse. So I go and take photos of Morgan with the sheep, become an ,artist, for about one minute until your subject wants, snack. Go back and start to make lunch, and healthful smoothie with chia seeds and probiotics because you need to rebuild your child's immune system, personal nutritionist. Realize you need to start braising the lamb ribs for dinner, starting thinking about what you can create with that, go to pick fresh herbs and deciding what to have as a side, rice or lentils, become a chef but you are interrupted because your one year old just broke a glass jar …. And it's only 9:10 a.m. To all the mothers out their who work all day and night long. Wearing many different hats, and most of the time several at once. I love you and I think you are talented, beautiful and amazingly incredible. Give yourself three cheers, take off your bra, find some chocolate and do a little victory dance in the kitchen!
