11 Minutes

I am going a little bit berserk, a little more each day. The reason for my berserkness is the little voice on the baby monitor that piped up just now, just as I was digging into the clutter-fest that has become our desk, telling me he's awake and ready for my attention. As sweet as this little voice is, it would be much sweeter if I didn't hear it precisely 0-10 minutes after I have laid another sweet, slightly older voice down to nap. To really drive home the berserkness, voice #1 is ready to go back to sleep approximately when voice #2 is calling "MOmmeee" and banging on his wall. This is usually about a 1/2 hour before voices #4, and #5 come home from school. Voice #3 is the wildcard in the equation and either "rests" at the same time as voice #2 or preschools. On the off chance that voice #1 is ready to go back down to nap before voice #2 wakes up, I inevitably need to pull both said voices out of nap to pick up voice #3, and then voices #4 and #5. I guess "getting a moment's rest" at my house these days literally means one moment. Speaking of, 2 minutes later, voice #1's sweet little fuss has evolved into a fully awake cry, so that's my cue! What a nice 11 minutes I've had all to myself.