At least, I think it’s colic. Or maybe it’s just the regular Evening Grumpies. Or maybe the fiendish gods of motherhood are snickering because they’ve found a way to make already interminable days…more interminable.
It’s time like this that I wish that the TV was down in the living room, where (a) I don’t have to climb the stairs (b) I can hear the little girls as they go to sleep (c) where it is 15 degrees cooler. I also wish, at times like this, that I had cable. Or remote-controlled internet surfing. Or voice-activated blogging.
But I have none of that. So here I sit, for the brief moment that this particular position works, with a baby on his tummy on my knees.
Let me tell you sometime about what it’s like to try and read bedtime stories to these three. Raucous is a word that comes to mind.