Some days Jason comes home and I feel like it looks as though I've done absolutely nothing. The same clean cloths are still piled on the couch. The dirty dishes have started to pile next to the sink. I may have showered.... maybe not. Thank goodness he doesn't complain!!!
But then, I think about what I have actually done. I've changed Jordan about 5 times (which can be a whole challenge in and of itself). I've changed Nora 8 or 9 times. I've fed Nora roughly 5 times. No doubt that I've changed Nora's clothes at least once or twice. I've probably washed and dried a load or two of laundry, even if they didn't get put away. I've probably hung diapers up to dry. I've fed Jordan breakfast and lunch and did our nap time routine. I've helped a baby sleep. I have attempted to eat a few times myself, as well as attempted to keep myself hydrated. I've dealt with discipline issues. I've helped Jordan clean up the 1000 beads she loves to play with X number of times. I've pretended to eat the apple pie Jordan made for me with her kitchen. I've cleaned up little bits of play dough that got all over the floor when Jordan played with it at her table. I've sung the Alphabet Song, Old McDonald, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (or some other combination of popular children's songs). I've changed my shirt three times since spit up always seem to land on me, no matter what. I've had a "conversation" with Nora. There is a 75% chance that I've made dinner.
When I think about everything that I've actually done, I know why I'm tired. And why my house looks like it does. As though I've done nothing, but in reality, I've kept three people alive and (mostly) happy. That's a worthy accomplishment, right?