it's only a thorough and solid understanding of the state of the public schools around me that keeps me from calling the office and saying "Sign me up, baby."
Not enough rooms for all the napping kids means often naptimes are late, interrupted, or non-existent.
Not enough elbow room (and no place for the older children to keep their things out of reach) means that everyone is at everyone else's throats much of the time, on days like today.
I honestly have no idea why some days are like this, and others go pretty well. Some days, everyone is whining, crying, grouching and snapping at each other to the point where I heartily wish I could just send them all to their rooms. Except the boys' "room" is one end of the bonus room, a public space. And the girls' room is where the Bear naps. And HJ naps wherever I think I can stash him that's the quietest for the hoped duration of his nap. (Which NEVER works, as nobody can remember for more than about 15 seconds that there's a baby sleeping, people!
Which means I'm stuck with tired, grouchy, whining children, pretty much all the time. And this mama just doesn't have it in her to stem that kind of tide. Everything's a mess, nobody is happy, and no matter what I try to do, there are at least two children whining at me that I'm not doing something for them right. that. second.
Would someone please remind me why I do this, again? I'm having trouble remembering today . . .