The sad state of my blog lately is, if nothing else, proof positive of what a hands-on baby Yrsa is. I just hardly have a minute free to gather my thoughts, let alone to sit down and type them out. There have been so many times in the past several weeks that I’ve had something I wanted to say, but nearly every minute that I’m not holding and/or nursing the baby, I’ve got to deal with laundry and dinner and dishes, et cetera. Not to mention the four other kids I’ve got who’d like a bit of my attention now and again.

I don’t remember being this rattled and pressed for time when the other kids were tiny, but I think we just may have reached saturation level where kids are concerned. I actually have to pause and do a head count when I’m trying to sort them all out, instead of being able to take them in at a glance or in one thought the way I used to. It’s like the way you can see a group of something and know just by looking how many there are, up to about four or five. Any more than that and you have to count. Turns out five kids is the same as five dots on a computer screen; you can’t just “see” them. (It also turns out there is a word for this: subitizing. As opposed to enumerating. Who knew?)

So yeah, it’s already taken me well over a half-hour to get these couple of paragraphs put down, and I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been interrupted. That’s probably a sign that I should be satisfied and wrap it up while I’ve got use of both of my hands. Too bad I don’t have the brain of a chimp (you didn’t click the link, did you?), or I’d surely be able to keep up with all of this a little better.

Until next time!