That's CRAZY, 8 months! What have I been doing apart from trying to keep three humans fed, clothed and entertained?
It feels like a million years and a few days at the same time. Really weird.
|Lucky he's super cute, right?|
He is available for advertising campaigns of babies dressed
as American college kids if anyone is needing that kind of thing!
Having three children at home with me is the hardest thing I have ever done.
No joke. It's tough. REALLY TOUGH. Actually it's not tough I guess, it's draining.
(It's OK children of the future reading this, it's true!)
Almost all daylight hours I have someone touching me, hanging off me, sucking on my bosoms, demanding things, fighting, wanting to do something, not wanting to do something, giving guff, receiving guff, asking for food, demanding crazy things (like wanting to go to the party shop to buy a trident).
I AM REALLY TIRED!
I am guessing, from some blogs I see, that some people are really freaking awesome at motherhood and everyone has really well sorted bedrooms with custom-made tags, milk in glass bottles with chevron-printed paper straws and gorgeous well-matching clothes.
(I, and the boys, are often dressed so oddly I fear people will think we are a bunch of vagrants. One of my favourite cardigans has odd buttons - it was made this way but it ADDS TO THE VAGRANCY!)
I love my three handsome boys more than anything but man, motherhood is draining (I have said it twice, you know it's true).
I probably aged from 35 > 75 in these 8 months.
A few weeks ago we went out for an ill fated afternoon at the open range zoo (weather was freezing, George vomited 1 metre into the zoo, nachos at the canteen were shit, baby screamed in the car). HAHAHA, just another one of our zany adventures.
Anyway, on the way to the zoo we passed some kind of equestrian horse jumping thing. With horses and people and ambulances on standby.
And there was a women. Sitting on a chair. At jump #8.
You know, for a minute I was so jealous of that woman that I almost screamed. Sitting on a chair, in the sun. LUCKY BIIIIITCH. Carefree. No-one hanging off her or demanding things. Just sitting in the sun with a clipboard.
This may seem extreme (or it's really normal!? I am guessing you the reader are thinking one or the other!), but winter is hard and sucky. Hopefully life will become a bit lighter and more fun when the sun is out a bit more!
|The crazy times are kinda worth it contrary to the vibe of this post.|