P,
Returned home from exercise this a.m. to a remarkable scene: three children, a baby and a husband saluting me at the door. I promptly saluted back and released the olders to their father’s care for transport to school and took the youngers in hand for whatever it is we spend our day doing until the au pair is available for duty.
I am fairly certain they intended to mock my perceived desire for order and cooperation in the morning. The plan, of course, has backfired. I will now require such a morning line-up, especially on mornings I am fully in charge. Hubby always claimed I missed my calling as an Army General (no lesser rank to be sure!) in charge of logistics. Perhaps Iraq is less well-served b/c of my childbearing decision. Maybe I can’t have it all but why not run my home in a way that is a perfect fit with my missed career opportunities? After all, if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody gonna be happy in this house.
Ten hut,
C.
