Free time?

So many people have asked me how I'm spending my time without my baby.  Well, here are just a few of the ways:

Raspberry Lemonade Cupcakes

Root Beer Float Cupcakes

Candy-Covered Chocolate Apples

Croissants



In other words, my time is spent crying over my oven.  Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. 

Yesterday was the first time all three of the girls were in school.  When I got home from dropping them all off at their respective schools, I went around to let Maya out of her carseat.  Again... I dropped ALL of them off at school.  Once I got over the shock of an empty backseat, I went in to clean the house.  More than once, I called out to Maya because it was so quiet.  It was quiet because NO ONE was home.  The moment that was done (and my hands started shaking again), I needed something else to do.  So I made chiles rellenos.  While they cooled, I started the spaghetti sauce for dinner.  While that simmered, I made burritos out of the chiles.  Then it was time to go get Maya from preschool.  It had been exactly two hours and twenty five minutes since I dropped her off.

I sat outside the preschool and tried to loosen the knots in my stomach.  Since I had left her at 8:00 that morning, I had a clean house, a weeks worth of lunches for the husband, and half of dinner done.  But I would've traded all of that for those two and a half hours back with my baby.  I keep waiting for the "relief" to set in.  The yeah-I-finally-get-time-to-myself feeling that everyone said I would get.  I don't even see that on the distant horizon.

I've had three kids in school for three days, and all I can see fading is the definition of my waist line.  I hope school lets out before I have to let all of my jeans out.