Afternoons, when Jedi first arrives home from school, it’s hectic. A chaotic frenzy of hectic. It seems like that is the moment when all 3 kids want not just one thing, but everything from me. At the same time.
I’m making sure everyone has any rocks or sticks they collected on our walk out the door, then their shoes off and put up, which I always have to tell them to do at least twice. Jedi wants apple juice first thing and Abby wants milk along with Buzz. Then, they want a snack, but different snacks. I try to look through Jedi’s backpack and daily homework folder, while Abby’s grabbing quarters off the counter and Buzz is throwing toys in the fish tank. Abby then wants help putting on a shirt and Buzz wants help taking his off and then he runs off to the bathroom, the rest of his clothes tracking a path, where I have to follow or else he’ll play in the toilet water.
I haven’t even made it to Jedi’s homework folder yet.
Everyone is yelling at me. “Mommy help!”, implores Abby. “Mommy!”, Buzz screams from the bedroom, wanting a movie. “Mooommmy, get my homework!”, Jedi demands so he can get it over with and play on the computer. When I finally get around to handing him his sheet of math homework, “Mooommmy, help me with my homework!”. Inevitably, one kid ends up waiting.
“Jedi, you’re going to have to hold on a minute. There’s only 1 of me and 3 of you and I’m doing the best I can.”, I proclaim about at the end of my rope.
When he tells me, “You know what you need to do? You need to make 3 clones of you.”
That would solve a lot of our problems.