How's it going?
Are you sleeping?
What have the first few weeks been like?
Are you breastfeeding?
Three girls! Wow YOU have your hands full!
How are the older two girls?
Just a few croutons for you from the salad bar of questions I've been receiving these days.
Here are your answers.
1. How's it going.
It's going.
2. Are you sleeping?
No brother jon. I am not.
3. What have the first few weeks been like?
Hell on earth wrapped up in the most delicious feeling of love ever. We'll take it.
4. Are you breastfeeding.
This boob bar is open for business and this sweet little love is 'belly up' NON STOP. It's a bit greedy if you ask me. Her and I need to have a little "come to Jesus " talk.
5. Three girls .. wow you have your hands full.
Thank you for your literal noticing of my newest predicament.
Not only are my hands full. My, grocery cart, my car, my strollers, my house and my jam packed mind as well. I cannot keep up with the madness that has overtaken my new life. :)
6. How are the older two girls?
25 percent neglected this week. Which is a much better rating than last weeks standings. I don't' hear them complaining: directly at this moment. However I do indeed hear them LAUNCHING THEIR TINY BODIES off of Emma's bed right now.
Check with me next week.
Sigh. lol... Life is funny. Life is good. Life is ... life with three. I"m not sure what I did before three now. I remember being bitchy and pregnant and pretty much I'm just no longer pregnant.
I'm exhausted most days. I muddle through as best I can. I've never claimed to be a great mother. I'm mediocre at best on my good days and I'm not one to be afraid to admit that. Mediocre is good. Why aim high?
Having three children this young transcends the average mom's woes ... The internal chaos I felt previous to our newest addition just simply expanded to new and unknown depths.
Grew into an intense never ending battering ram of guilt and chaos.
It's just not possible to do it all. To hug all of them. To be patient and kind when you swear you can feel your hair follicles moving on your head. When the shower/ tub/ kitchen sink/ toothbrush/ hairbrush... hasn't heard from you in quite awhile. Annnnnd they kinda miss you.
When 6 am rolls around and you JUST fell asleep.... but then your middle child spawn ... is now awake. And seriously.. you can't get your eyes to open. For real. They don't open.
When your husband has been ultra patient with you: but you think that he actually willed you to burn alive with his eyes.. when you growled at him about something he said/ did yesterday.
When you feel terrible because Peyton is bawling because she wasn't allowed to "keep the BLUE BALL" from our miniature golf outing. And you just want to scream at the lady: JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO HER... HER LIFE HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I FEEEEL TERRIBLE...that I didnt' mentally prepare her to give up her club and ball at the end of our outing. I was too busy trying to keep the baby quiet.
Give her the fucking 'BANOO " BALL. :) BANOO= BLUE.
The guilt about just not having it together batters you.
But.. the good thing about being a seasoned veteran.. no matter how decorated a solider.... is that you know it's about the little battles.. not the wars. That no matter what you do.. there is that guilt. That even if I'm great today: I will not be tomorrow. As a Colonel... I get that. So while I batter myself with the daily guilt...I make sure I have my suit of armor on as well. So it doesn't do too much damage. And then I move on to the next subject at hand.
A poopy diaper.
A poopy diaper that is now being eaten by the dogs.
A daughter who wants me to COME ALLLLLL THE way into the computer room to read something to her. But I don't want to.. AND I TAUGHT FIRST GRADE. ughhh... KILL ME.
A daughter who at the same time is screaming from the kitchen that she wants " mulk." And I get mad that I just poured her a glass and now it's already gone... and I'm a bad mother for even thinking that.
And my favorite bar patron: has appeared once again at the boob bar. Seriously. We're going to have to have an intervention here.
Bam .. ram ..
Let's move on.
That's the life with three kiddos.
All aside. It's my life and I love it most moments. :)
6 comments:
Oh, yeah for you Debby! Yeah for still having your most beautiful and real sense of humor ... in the midst of all the chaos and love :) Hugs to you and all three of your darling girl spawns!
Mediocre? I think not. It sounds to me like you're doing one hell of a GREAT job!!
YOu are hilarious, honest and real...what more could a blog reader look for? Keep up the great work momma!
How did you know I was going to ask you how you were doing?? LMAO... Listen, I know you personally and I KNOW You are way ABOVER mediocre. You are a GREAT mom and you are truly blessed :) Keep the great sense of humor because we LOVE the laughs and giggles. Miss you guys tons.
Does it make you feel better that while I'm reading about your newly expanded family one of my children is licking the window (yes, she's licking the window), one child is trying to reach the electrical cord on the "bottle fridge", and the other is doing down-dog yoga on the hard wood floor? The good news is that it's pretty tough to emotionally scar a kid. You love your kids, and I love mine; they'll all be just fine.
Well, at least you've managed to keep your sense of humour through all of this. Don't, for an instant, think you're a bad mom. Just the fact that you worry that you are makes you a terrific mom! Or colonel. Whatever you want to be called. Sir. [salute!]
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