Day 172: constant chaos (of the tiny and happy variety)
Even the simplest tasks (like trying to fold a blanket and put it in a box) become cumbersome and complicated when two kids want to dance on the blanket and a third wants to ride in the box and needs a push from a fourth and yet another is on my shoulders because whenever I sit on the floor what I'm clearly saying without needing to speak a word is: I want everyone to climb on me now! Right now! Hurry, before I think about getting up!
I'm annoyed by how maddening this all is. And then my runaway box (turned indoor sled) that I'd been crawling after with a three-year-old still attached to my back crashes into the superhero who turned my blanket into a cape and suddenly I'm at the bottom of a pile of hysterically giggling little boys who seem to think an old box and a new blanket are the best toys ever.
Really, as far as problems go, this constant state of chaos and lack of productivity is a pretty great one to have.