Now that I have established some sort of routine with the wee ones, I have come to embrace the challenge of caring for twins, one preschooler, and trying to keep a tidy house (notice I did not say clean). I came to the conclusion that it reminded me of waiting tables at a busy Friendly's in my late teens. I truly enjoyed being a server. Juggling a bunch of tables, troubleshooting problems, thinking one or two steps ahead, keeping customers happy, using diplomacy when one of those customers were not happy, cleaning up, and restocking -- all at the same exact time. After sharing this analogy with Daniel I realized that there is one big difference between the two: When you wait tables you get to go home after your shift AND you get to go home with a big wad of cashola in your pocket.
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