There isn't a moment to spare. I am trying to sit down for a minute and I just cannot. The moment the kids wake up, actually a lot of moments before they wake up, I am on the go. I know it's a busy life to have three kids. Any kids really. But this weekend my husband is out of town. He has been gone for two days and this morning, and I feel like he has been gone for weeks! I even had one night with just the baby and I, and while it was very quiet, it was not the relaxing experience I always dream of. I still had to take care of the house, the dog, the baby. Once the other two came back from their night at Mamaw and Papaw's, the night and now morning have been a non-stop stream of moments to take care of "things". Get all the chores done, both my normal ones and Paul's. Clean up any kids' pee beds if I didn't already last night. Make breakfast, change diapers, let out the dog, make sure dog doesn't run away, wipe butts, wash hands, get dressed, oops... it looks like one has pink eye! Runny noses, Wash hands A MILLION TIMES! Poop?! AGAIN?! Wash the sheets. Mountains of laundry. Laundry being thrown on the floor. The dog laying on the laundry on the floor. Kids saying, "mom, watch me. Mom, wipe me. Mom, so n so is bugging me. Mom, I'm hungry. Mom, I don't feel good. Mom, read to me. Mom, help me. Mom mom mom mom mom.
I don't know this mom person.
And yet, these kids are SO CUTE!
I don't understand this strain between keeping them away from me and wanting to just eat them up I love them so!
I am confused, tired, irritated, and such a sucker for their cute faces and butts and fingers and even when they rip EVERYTHING and eat toilet paper... OUT OF THE TOILET! I still find myself in love.
It's a strange thing.
Ok, one just puked.
Better keep going.
Better keep loving.
Thank you Lord for my full house.
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