I'm the historian for our family. I take all the pictures, run the video camera and blog to capture and preserve our lives. I remember giving David a tutorial on how to use the video camera in between contractions with Ben. I wish he'd jump on the blogwagon and post something every once and awhile, but he leaves that to me.
And yesterday, it finally came in handy.
Usually, David helps me sweep and mop the floors. I sweep. He mops. We get it all done in about 30 minutes. We were supposed to do it last weekend, but didn't find time. David had spilled an entire container of orange juice the weekend before and even though we thought we cleaned it all up. We'd run into a sticky spot every once in awhile. Combine that with a golden retriever shedding his winter coat and you got disgusting. I decided yesterday to do the floors without David.
I will never do that again.
A one hour job turned into 4 hours. I'd get one section done and Noah would start crying. Diaper change, baby food, Elmo...he's good. Then, I'd start to Swiffer and Ben wants a sandwich. For the love of God, let Mama get some work done.
Around the fourth hour, when Elmo no longer held his allure. I decided to put on Noah's favorite person.
And nothing is better for him than hearing my voice on the TV and watching his sister.
That's Emily talking to herself in the mirror when she was 2.
Apparently, some things never change.