The Soundtrack of My Life

It's a tad cacophonous. You've got the newborn wailing for whatever reason she can come up with this minute, the four year old wailing because she thinks we don't love her anymore and we're *certainly* not paying the right amount of attention to her, all the while playing with a toy that has about four thousand different tunes all playing at once, the TV is playing some kids' show with PEPPY HAPPY MUSIC!, the dogs are barking at squirrels or perhaps dust mites, the phone is ringing off the hook, the computer room is making curious whining noises...I'm not sure I even remember what quiet sounds like.

It's a good thing we love our kids, truly. I don't want to harp on the shower situation, but I'm not sure I remember what it's like to be clean every day either. Is this too much information? Gene is out of town for a few days, and this is kind of the baptism by fire for having multiple kids, I guess. We're doing okay, but as a friend said the other day, when you have two, and only one parent, you move from man to man to zone. I think I understand what he means there, but you know, Canadian rules may be different. God only knows, football makes about zero sense to me.

Where was I going with that? God only knows. I fear the next few months of posts may be pretty random stream of rambling consciousness, for which I apologize in advance.

But I'd like the Bose life sounds canceling headphones, I think.

God -- I call in reinforcements for the times Mark's going to be away for a whole evening -- and that's with only one baby! Y'know, I theoretically would like to have two children, but there are times it doesn't seem like a very good idea... or possible!

Zone. Ha! :)