My life is pretty complicated. The highlights of today are:
Drag myself out of bed after a bad night sleep because of a crying Ilse.
Get presentable enough to exit my room.
Check on the boys and their chores, clothes, back packs, etc.
Search for a folder that fell out of a backpack because Chris doesn't understand that he needs to utilize his zipper
Brush my teeth while boys are getting shoes on
Take the boys to school because they asked to eat breakfast there
Help Tim finish getting ready
Get Ilse's food bag
Find her syringes and dose her morning meds
Find her extension and fill with water
Get Ilse up and change poopy
Continue changing poopy because it had been on there a while (WHY didn't you tell me when you pooped in the night, Ilse??!!??)
Tell Tim I'll put her milk in the bag and put it in the backpack
Brush Ilse's hair
Put Ilse in high chair since Tim is putting on his shoes
Take Ilse and my purse to the car (Tim has her diaper bag, her backpack (food) and his lunch)
Buckle her in
Drive Tim to work, stopping on the way for Starbucks
Catch barf (Yay, me!)
Wipe mouth and chatter with my Ilse
Play with baby
ok, I am tired of the list, but that wasn't all of it. Anyway. As you can see, my life needs simplifying, and there are two things off the top of my head that have really helped me out.
One is the formula Ilse is on. I love the blended diet, and I know I planned to put her back on it after my summer break, BUT I can't make myself do it. I am so enjoying the freedom of tumping ready made formula into a bag, setting the pump, and letting IT feed her four times a day. It's nice. It's easy. It's simple.
The second simple thing I'm enjoying are the BD syringes I get from our DME. I know, I know, I'm a co-op host, I'm a Tubie Momma, I'm a smart woman, so WHY am I enjoying something that can be so annoying instead of the lovely o-ring syringes I have stocked our supply boxes with and continually purchase in order to prepare for the future? Well. It's because the BD syringes are my throwaway syringes. I use them and toss them. Sometimes I just use it to vent Ilse's tummy and then I walk out of her room and toss it in the trash. It's so liberating. I spent so long, so SO long washing syringes and syringes and bottles and more bottles that I just needed a break. And I don't know that I am ever going to be able to go back unless I have to.
I firmly believe those things are God's blessings to me. They make me happy!