You see, I thought I had this adjustment to four kids thing down pat. Had no idea what everyone was complaining about.
Don't you hate eating your words?
Yes, yesterday rivaled the first day I was left home alone with my two girls and my husband came home to find the kitchen covered in blood, the baby's bedroom covered in poop, and all three of us in the rocking chair together crying.
To be fair, so far, things have gone remarkably well. Everyone has been fed regularly, we've changed approximately a hundred diapers a day without incident, and there hasn't been any major blood shed.
But yesterday, oh, yesterday.
Enter a night of little to no sleep, a very bored toddler, a baby who, after a week, found his voice, two older girls who had a chronic inability to listen or follow through with what they were asked to do, a mom who decided that night was the perfect night to start cooking for her family again, and a husband who texted at 5:30 to say he was going to be late, and no, he didn't know when he was going to be home, and the result is me, wanting to alternately tear my hair out and sob, and wondering who it was that thought parenting four kids was such a wise idea.
So, in that spirit, I've decided I need to lower my expectations a bit in an effort to stay functional and try to ward off the postpartum emotional wreckage, I present to you my reasons why I'm a superhero. Feel free to play along and add your own.
** I've showered every day since I came home from the hospital.
** I've put on real clothes- including my pre-pregnancy jeans!- for the last three days.
** Yesterday, I actually took both kids to the library storytime. Granted, it took nearly an hour to get everyone out the door, and by the time we got home, I felt like I had run a marathon, but at least we got out of the house!
** Naps. Aaaah, naps. I've had one every day this week. Turns out getting both kids to sleep at the same time isn't as hard as I thought it would be. (Yes, I just knocked on wood...)
** While my house still looks somewhat like a bomb exploded, I did manage to fold a load of laundry yesterday.
There, see? If doing that puny list of things makes me a superhero, it probably makes you look like the 8th wonder of the known universe! You're welcome. Consider it my public service for the day.
And now, for some gratuitous Ian newborn cuteness.
His little outfit reads "Don't let my size fool you." Indeed.
Alright, I'm off to don my superhero cape and see if I can rustle up something remotely edible for my family for dinner. And change another few diapers.