Define normal.

I recently applied to go to a women's retreat, and one question I had to answer was "What's a normal day like for you?"  This is a hard question.  My normal *feels* like work work work work, check Facebook, work work work work work, check email, go to bed.  I'm sure that's not really the case, but a lot of days I'm pretty tired.  I found a picture on someone's Facebook page of me that kind of describes my life at the Center.  It's not a picture of me, it's a picture of boys with pantyhose on their heads trying to knock over Coke bottles.  But I'm there...look closely:

That's me in the background, with a kid on my back, taking pictures.  When we had a Halloween party one of our staff decided to dress as me.  This was challenging since she's a skinny Asian woman and I am...not.  But she put on the baby backpack, a camera around her neck and a Coke Zero can in her hand and no one had a problem identifying who she was dressed as.  I don't know what this says about me.  I feel like it's probably not that great but I suppose it could be worse. 

In case you're wondering, this is a normal day for Jeremy:

Life of the party, center of attention, even when he's not trying.  I took that picture, by the way, but not with a baby strapped to my back.  The baby backpack is for weekend events only, when we have no house helper to watch the kids until we get home.  Thank goodness, because Nate is getting HEAVY.  My shoulders get sore from carrying him too long.

So, there is no normal.  But that's what makes it fun!  And annoying.  I won't lie, I'm not as flexible as I wish I was.  But at least it's annoying AND fun. 

And just for the record, Jeremy works, too.  There is no role-reversal, severe dysfunction, or need for Member Care in any way.  Just for the record.