I Live in a Circus

So my life is a total circus and I am the juggling act. Instead of balls I have kids, instead of an audience I have the TV and instead of popcorn and peanuts I have milk, formula, and mashed up bananas. Try making it in this circus. It’s NUTS!!!

I rise in the morning to grab my daughter and then run back upstairs to grab my son. I throw my five month old daughter on the ground to change her and then do the same to my eighteen month old son. I make one breakfast then I make another. I comfort the youngest while she’s crying because her older brother has knocked the shit out of her. I pick one up while the other is attached to my leg and this goes on and on all day while sweat is pouring down my face praying that I don’t drop either child.

How I manage to do this, I have no idea. And yes I have help, but that doesn’t mean this juggling act is over when they come. I take one child to swimming run home to grab the other for their activity. And then my afternoon activities consist of the grocery, Target, and making sure that my huge cans of formula don’t break the eggs or smash the bread. And then there’s bringing the damn bags inside trying to make it to the kitchen before they rip. You should see my fridge! It’s lit up like a fucking firecracker. Colored sippy cups, orange baby food, bright funky containers of baby yogurt, and every teething toy in mankind. Oh and how could I forget mommy’s wine!!!!

Let me fill you in on last night’s circus act. I put one to bed and then the other. Come downstairs to clean up. One starts crying and so does the other. I go up to grab my daughter and take her back downstairs. Then run back up the stairs to get my son and of course back down again. I give one a bottle of milk and the other formula. We sit for a little and then I do the two sprints, well really four, to bring them back upstairs. Sometimes I just don’t know when this show will be over.

While my juggling circus act isn’t organized and perfect like Cirque Du Soleil, it sure is entertaining. You would never get bored in my house and you’ll always be excited for the next act. And might I add that when the curtains goes down at home it goes up when mommy goes out! The sippy cups change to liquor glasses. The scenery gets a little darker and the music changes from the Wiggles to Rock n roll. You should come with me one night. It’s similar to the juggling circus act in the home, just a bit raunchier.

Until Next TIme,
Party Mom