Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Homemaker October 4, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 3:45 am

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Yesterday I was homemaker extraordinaire.  I switched over clothes from summer to winter, which, when you have four kids, is a messy overwhelming task.  I took my white sheets and my white duvet cover which have turned yellow in some major spots, and put them in my bathtub with bleach and soaked them for hours before putting them in my super-duper washing machine under the deep steam cycle that takes almost 2 hours until completion.  Last night I proudly removed my sheets from the dryer, brought them in to the bedroom and proclaimed to Chris “this is the cleanest the sheets have ever been!” in my most proud homemaker voice.

This morning I awoke to find Violet sleeping beside me.  She woke up, sat up, turned to me and we had a split second of serenity before she vomited all over me and my pristine sheets.

This seems to happen to me a lot in life.  For example, I will get my carpets cleaned and the next day someone will spill coffee on them.  Or I will get a brand new patio poured and Sage will decide that this is her new place to pee.

As Ava would say, HUMF! (arms crossed)

This past Saturday we had our 10th annual neighborhood Oktoberfest this weekend which was so much fun!  All my wonderful friends/neighbors come out of the their houses and off the soccer fields to join in our beautiful park for beer, picnic and games.  We had a bounce house of course that was used non-stop from 2pm to 7pm.  When the bounce house man came to take it down he was met with hostility and disappointment from the 10 kids who were still bouncing as the sun was setting.  I literally didn’t see Ava for hours at a time but I saw swarms of kids at the other end of the park.  I later found out that they were digging a massive hole in the mud and excavating worms.  They took that opportunity to also jump in the mud and move their hands through the mud so they were all a bunch of dirt balls.  The triplets were in the mix also, playing with the big kids and jumping in the bounce house.  It was a great family time. It is so important to keep these cherished traditions year after year.  i have a friend who moved out of the neighborhood recently and she said the main thing her kids were worried about was whether they would still be able to go to Oktoberfest in the park.

In other news, I took the four kids to see great grandpa the other day.  He is now living in a home with five other elderly people and caretakers. He has Alzheimer’s that is progressing quite fast.  When we walked through the door, great grandpa was amazed that I had all these kids.  He said “when did you have them?” referring to the triplets.  I said, “oh, about 3 1/2 years ago.  Aren’t they great?” “oh yeah,” he said.  I believe he remembered Ava but not the triplets.  He had just seen them all a few days before.  We walked to the park to play for just a bit but then great grandpa was worried about missing dinner so we walked back.  Plus, I could tell the kids playing on the play structure was stressing him out.  But I got this great picture.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.


2 Responses to “Homemaker”

  1. Bette Taylor Says:

    Great picture of Great Grandpa and The Triplets. It will make a lovely cover/flyleaf for the book when you publish “Woolsey6”

  2. Katie Neilson Says:

    I feel for you. The day that I clean my hardwood floors is the day that all the accidents happen. NEVER FAILS!! I enjoyed reading your blog.

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