Time in a tylenol bottle

So its Tuesday morning and all is well.  This mothering thing is not for the faint of heart.  Child #5 is five months old and teething fiercely.  I have done everything possible short of dipping a cloth in whiskey and giving it to him to chew on.  You know those pioneer mothers in the 1800's were on to something.  Don't think I haven't considered that course of action.  For me at least.  Infant tylenol doesn't even touch his pain.  I would like to double the dose, but I don't think that its a safe course of action.  I did pen a poem yesterday.  Like all writing, I will go over it and correct and repen a few words or lines today.  Hoping to get 1/2 hr in later this morning or maybe after the kids are in bed to do some more writing.  There are so many projects waiting my attention..... As I write I have son #4 in my lap.  I have decided that 1/2 hr of tv time is more than sufficient for all of the kiddos.  I would ideally like to not have the tv on at all during Mon-Fri (for the kids)  I need to watch Bones and The Mentalist (need-ha).  I am still yearning for a place in the country.  In my dreams, it looks like an old farmhouse with a large basement and several acres and a barn to shelter the few hobby animals.  A long driveway so the kids can ride their bikes without having to go on the road completes this dream of mine.   That has been on my mind a lot lately, what with all these active sons- they need some chores!  I grew up on a rental house in the country that sat on  125 acres that the owners used for raising beef cattle.  There were 2 big barns and ponds and it was located near a creek that would flood in  the winter and had lots of black racer snakes and water moccasin snakes.   Good times!  ;)  We were allowed to wander at whim and do whatever we wanted on that property.  That was a little slice of childhood paradise.  We did mulberry picking, crawdad fishing, as well as regular fish fishing.  My older brother and I chased cattle from pasture to pasture.  That was awesome.  We would trap young heifers in the smaller barn and take turns daring each other to ride them.  Sorry Mr. Bland if your beef was tough.....I guess I should fess up to him someday.   He was a nice guy.   Well, it appears that the Orajel and Tylenol have taken effect on the littlest one.  Yay.  I have things to do, calls to make, places to go.  They call me a "stay at home" mom.  Who in all their brilliance thought that term up?  It implies a hunched over frail woman who squints at the sunlight when she emerges from her hiding place like a fearful creature, daring to enter the bold world of new and strange sights.   Ok, so the world is strange and there ARE strange sights and pple.  But I am not entirely fearful of them.  I carry mace.  So there!  ;)  Have a good day.