No really, I'd love one right about now. It would definitely help the massive headache I have, and face it, it just sounds great.
But I'm here, alone, with three small kids.
Well, isn't that something?
I guess I never realized how much of a convenience it was to get to run to the gas station alone so I could grab a few things that we had run out of. These days I will be in the middle of dinner and realize I am missing an ingredient, so instead of packing up 3 kids and dragging them out into the cold, we scrap dinner and make something completely different. It sucks...and it's a pain in the butt.
I guess this is the blog post of complaining because you know what else I don't like? When I care hear Avery and Malachi playing upstairs in their beds, or in this case, the hallway...an hour after bedtime, and I can't do a thing about it! I mean, don't get me wrong, I could yell up the stairs for them to get their little butts in bed, but since I have a baby slowly falling asleep on me, I run the risk of waking her, which means a couple more hours before I can get her back to sleep. Why can't things be easier?? It's really no fun raising three kids alone, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Well....maybeeeeee
Just kidding, I really wouldn't. It's hard. It's depressing. It's hard. It's exhausting. Did I mention it was hard?
It's 10:00, Kaylee is nursing and half asleep, and I still hear the kids, it's like they know I can't get up and do anything about it- they are going to be in trouble in the morning.
Who am I kidding? By then I will forget...but still, this is so frustrating. I must say though, it is better than some nights. I always try to think of how things could be worse and believe me, lots of things have been worse recently. For example, when they are all set for bed and I'm leaving their bedrooms and I get a question out of the blue like "is daddy ever coming home?" or something as simple as "I wish daddy was here to tuck me in." Cue waterfalls. I guess I should be pretty thankful that tonight, it's just laughter and playing coming from their rooms. It may be frustrating but it sure beats all of the tears.
Yep, I could really use a Dr. Pepper right now.