Pretty sure...

I just told my four year old son that he has to sweep the floor to show our house he is sorry for treating it badly (cause he spit on the floor, but by the time his time out was done the dog has already licked his spit off the floor). How did it come to this? So, I am supervising Kai's ineffectual cleaning, while simultaneously playing with the girls. Amazingly enough, I am able to blog at the same time, because the only part the girls want me to play in their game is "daycare"... which means they drop their babies off, give them kisses and tell them they love them and go play. My only real participation is that when they come to pick them up I have to invent stories about their day like, "She had a great morning, however she did eat too much at lunch and got sick to her stomach. I told her you always remind her that she needs to listen to her body so she knows when she is full." I try to work in teachable moments so that I feel like it is good parenting.
I'm pretty sure I never pictured my life quite like this.  To be fair, I also never envisioned things like yesterday. The kids reenacted The Wizard of Oz, complete with their own renditions of the songs. Then we were treated to a dramatic reading of Goldilocks and the Three Bears and several rousing choruses of "Mary had a Little Lamb" all MC'd by Meron using a hairbrush as a microphone. I mean, sure, it ended with them 'inventing' songs which sounded like Gregorian Chant only more... toneless... and us inventing a reason that all of the children needed to go upstairs and get pajamas on immediately, but I never would have been able to imagine how much fun is underneath  the noise and chaos (which are also things I NEVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED!).