Mothering three children is a feat all of its own.
There are more children than I have arms. Someone must wait, or settle for snuggling a sibling and half of mom's arm.
I cannot *quite* get up to do simple things fast enough. Thankfully, Mila is becoming potty independant. She cannot clean or rinse the potty, but she can get her pants down and go without an accident.
I cannot get to the phone fast enough, nor remember to put it back on the charger at the end of the night. This is resulting in many, many, many missed calls.
Breastfeeding an infant, and eating dinner aren't possible yet. Neither is cooking lunch for a 5 year old, a 2 year old, and nursing said infant. Especially when said infant refuses to latch deeply in any position other than upright football hold.
Jealousy is a bitch. Let's leave it at that!