At work sometimes I feel like this. I have to do morning routine (getting them up for school) by myself for part of it, and on the weekends I am always by myself. Sometimes I feel like a 1950's housewife, who can clean house, cook dinner, be attentive to children and husband all while wearing heels and pearls. Some days its just seamless, I hand out the meds, get their breakfast ready, make sure they're dressed appropriately for the weather, give them a hug goodbye and send them off to school
But some days are like last Saturday morning. In the space of thirty minutes I cleaned up pee, cleaned up vomit, started the seventh load of laundry that night, dealt with girls out of room without permission, talked one girl out of running away, dealt with one girl who fixated on the vomit on the floor and how I was going to clean it up exactly, handed out meds, cereal, crayons and most importantly hugs.
We have a girl who is 17 and wets the bed. She does it on purpose for attention, then lays in it. So I had to threaten her with "consequences" if she didn't get out of bed. She finally got up but tried to walk out. I calmly explained that if she leaves all I do is call the police, I can't chase her down or restrain her because I was by myself. She was irate "You can't call the police if I just want to sit on the porch" I reminded her she didn't have permission, what's more, she couldn't have permission because she was still wearing her pee clothes! She finally changed, but I was pretty proud of myself for not getting overly frustrated and de-escalating the situation.
And the next night I had to go lock the gates while the sprinkler's were on. So I took the long way around as to not get wet thinking I was so clever, and of course ran full force into one and was soggy the rest of the night. But I took it in stride and laughed at myself. Cause really, what else can you do?