Monday, June 15, 2009
I don't know how you do it. I am in awe. I don't have the energy to even contemplate it.
There was a time, back when (hahahaha) I had no idea what it meant to have kids, when I really truly thought I wanted to have three, or even four children. I (hahahaha) fantasized about a large family with jovial dinners and splashy happy summer days with all the little pixies running merrily around the garden. In this fantasy I was the ultra chic, ultra composed mother, whose figure - by some freakishly lucky exception - had not been not displaced by childbirth. And I always had a plate of cookies and perfect hair. (hahahaha)
If you, dear reader, have more than two - how do you even have the time to be reading this? Isn't someone grabbing the back of your shirt or yelling something incomprehensible at you from another room?
I have two, and most of the time I feel like I'm just about keeping it together. It's true that having them so close together hasn't exactly made things easier, but still. Something is always "up". The endless cries for things that can only be provided by me, are exhausting. By the time I crawl into bed, I'm so tired I could sleep on a dancing camel.
With two, I barely get through the day in one piece. For instance:
-In the morning I attempt to get dressed and make myself vaguely presentable while my five month-old lies on the bed gurgling and trying to roll off the edge, and my toddler tears up and down the bedroom shrieking and driving his cars over everything including the baby.
-I attempt to eat breakfast but usually drink a pot of coffee instead. During the day I graze on food that takes no more than 30 seconds to prepare, does not require a plate, and can be shoveled in, in between shoveling food in to the boys' mouths.
-I don't attempt to get out on my own (except the one morning a week when my sitter watches both kids) and when I do it's usually to run errands, pick up groceries or things for the house / kids.
-Sleep? (hahahaha) No idea what you're talking about. Oh, you mean that thing that used to happen years ago where I would lie down in the evening and wake up eight hours later refreshed and revitalized? Oh yeah. No.
So, add a third child to that and how do you even have the time to breathe? Yeah, I'm in awe. I almost wish I had the energy to want a third child but honestly all I really want is to take a shower without someone wailing and beating their fists on the door.