Now that's what you call MOM (Part II)

Ever since Belle started JK, my "job" at home has increased tenfold. Routine and schedules help a lot. Who would've thought? Me, a life that's surrounded by chaos and change, implemented a routine for the little bee's. And it works. As long as I keep pushing it and practicing it.
This is the hard part.
Michael has recently shifted gears at work (for the better) as part of let's just say "the future of the company". All good.
He's been coming home later and later ever since he started. I began to create voodoo dolls of his superiors with ripped up Loblaw's/Real Canadian Super Store plastic bags.

I've been having hellish, hectic days and nights since this new change. (See previous post).
I make breakfast for two, snacks for two, lunch for two, dinner for two. Sounds perfect, except there isn't two- there's three. Oops, I forgot to feed me. But so long as they're fed and full, so am I, to be honest.

Getting all of us ready to go out even for a simple walk takes us close to an hour or more. Won't get into details. Bringing them along to longer trips/outings such as the mall or a grocery store is a full day's field trip. Refuse to get into more details.
On top of that, regardless of where I go, or how much our dark hair matches, I face the double glance from onlookers as they scout the "young filipino nanny". I know I shouldn't let what people "think" or assume bother me, but it does. (Just wait until I get my white nanny then we'll see who's boss!)

When we get home, I clean. I cook if I have a free hand (ie. Blake's taking a nap), but most of the time, I take out meat from the freezer or place a pot on the stove, and that's about how far I get before someone needs me. I replace toys back on their shelves, play gyms back in their containers and pick up whatever crumbs, garbage, etc. to toss. I sit down for literally 4 seconds and I'm up again for something.
I know this isn't any different or any harder than any other mother especially of two or more. I guess that's why God built mom's this way- to endure anything and everything, to protect, to guide and nurture, to run the world. Fine by me, but I'm effin tired man. I mean, sh-t, even God got to rest on the seventh day! My seventh day passed long, long ago. But I'm not complaining, I'm just saying...

Michael left me surprised after one evening of discussion. Those of you who know Michael, know that he hardly says a word, let alone expresses sincere feelings. Long story short, he misses us just as much as we miss him. It bothers him that he's not here when he should be. His work is trying to accommodate everyone, apparently realizing that these employees of theirs have lives outside of work. I read a mass email his seniors sent regarding this dumb project and their expectation of commitment to the company. I wrote my own email about how they are all ungrateful, selfish whores taking father's (and mother's) away from their families without saying much of a "How are you doing in this new position?", or a "How are you?" Period.
I deleted it but have the whole speech memorized just in case Michael wants to voluntarily leave. Like I told him, can you imagine getting fired because of your wife's big mouth? Wouldn't that be something...

Whatever God built this particular "mom" with (meaning me), seems to be working then I guess. I got the routine going, kids smiling and I got my hubby's back. I support. Go team go.

And because I'm so great, I got to sleep in Saturday morning. Hoo-ah!