After spending a day at home with Juli, who came down with pink eye today (insert Bob Costas joke here), I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that having one child is way more difficult than more than one child. At least when they are of school age. From the time her brother and sister got on the bus, to the time they came home, it was question after question after question after question… you get the idea. My brain was going to explode, I couldn’t have a complete thought of my own because I had to keep coming up with answers to her questions. And she had some good ones, too. I can’t remember any of them because I know know what an overloaded circuit feels like. In other words, she completely fried my brain.
I’ve never been so thankful to see that bus pull up to the house to drop off her siblings (read: playmates). Since they walked in the door they have been happily playing and I have been able to get a few things done without constant interruption. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still get the occasional question, and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability (sometimes they do stump me), but it’s nice to not have to answer question after question after question after question… yeah, you get the idea.