Don't Blame Me, Blame the Baby

Today was hat day at preschool.  My kids did not have hats with them.  A couple of Friday's ago, there was no school.  I drove them all to school only to find this out from an empty parking lot.  Callie was supposed to bring back notes on how she has been practicing the Fruits of the Spirit that they've been reviewing in class.  Her papers are always a few days late.  We remember 2 out of 3 times to bring stuff for show and tell. 

Yes, we are a bit disorganized around here lately.  But I'm not sure that's the issue.  Heck, I'm always disorganized.  It's how I get so many things done at once.  You have to be a little nuts.  And I've never met an organized person who was also scattered.  They just don't go together. 

I blame Harry.  Plain and simple.  He takes up most of the attention in the house, most of the energy, and most of the sleep.  But this time around, it's really OK.  I'm enjoying the baby stage so much I feel like a grandparent.  Dare I say, "seasoned veteran?"  Maybe that is taking it too far, but this is number four.  If we couldn't handle a few crazy nights by now, we might as well throw in the towel and call in a French au pair. 

I think the other kids will forgive my mindlessness concerning preschool.  I still managed to have cupcakes for Callie's birthday, and Kevin helped her make an entire poster of her life, just to share with her class on her special day.  So we aren't that far gone.  Plus, they tend to have a fondness for Harry too.  If it was legal, I would totally feel comfortable leaving Callie to watch Harry while I went grocery shopping.  She's that good. 

Needless to say, this time around I'm content to sit, stare, and make baby noises instead of doing the dishes. I'm beginning to understand why the last child in families are always the babies (cough Kevin) for life.  It's hard to let go.  So if Harry is still cooking with me when he's 32, I may not be so disappointed.  Watch out ladies, I'm raising a Momma's boy, and for now, I'm not ashamed of it. 

I'm going to get him a shirt that says, "Momma's Boy for Life"