The day after we brought home Aidan, I cried. All day. Whenever I had a problem. For three days. I was a little overwhelmed.
What was I going to do with a preschooler, a toddler, and an infant? How was I going to clean the house? How was I going to cook and bake? How was I going to play with the boys? How was I going to do crafts with them? How was I going to do workbooks with Evan? How was I going to potty train Sean? How was I going to feed all three boys at the same time? And most importantly how was I going to write on my blog and read my bloggy friends?!
Three weeks down the road, and I STILL don’t have a clue.
A naked Sean runs around the house, running to pee in the potty and leaving deposits on the floor, trying to make it to the potty for pooping.
Evan has worked on workbooks once. That won’t cut it for the summer.
I clean whenever I don’t have the baby in my arms.
I never get to play.
I write shorter posts, one-handed, breast-feeding without editing.
I read on my phone or the laptop while breastfeeding. Of course, I can’t comment on my phone, so I hope people will forgive me.
And it all was being somewhat balanced when Aidan has a morning nap, which he has decided he doesn’t need for the last two days.
And Aidan wants to be held all day.
And I have to repeat myself, threaten, encourage, motivate Evan and Sean over and over to pick up toys, clothes, shoes.
And I’m only getting 5 hours of sleep.
So does anyone want to come over and hold a baby so that I can shower, nap, clean, play hide-and-go-seek, comment on a dozen blogs with “I love you and miss you,” teach a pre-kindergartner to write G, teach a toddler that training pants aren’t diapers, give time-outs, and bake chocolate chip cookies?
*The In Over My Head Award was invented by my first boss (a crazy awesome admin for the English Department), who placed a fake Oscar in a vase and filled it with water. One of my many random tasks was to keep it filled.