This Memorial Day weekend was basically perfect* as far as parenting goes. The children were on schedule. They were happy. They wanted to be with us (in a fun, non-clinging sorta way) and each other. They enjoyed the activities we had planned and they amused themselves in the down time. It is weekends like these where I get delusional and think "this parenting thing is easy...we should do more of it."
CRAZY.
This is was the first weekend in (essentially) YEARS that has been relaxing AND we've had the children with us. Sunday afternoon I was able to enjoy a beer (or two) in a glass bottle while the children played. I took a hot coffee into the playroom on Monday morning. While they were in there. Playing. And I drank the whole thing. While it was hot. Do I want to give that up again?
We went as a family to the park. Brian and I were able to climb the equipment with all of the kids (thanks to the new backpack!) and I was able to lift them. No more being pregnant and waddling the summer away (like the last two years). Do I want to give that up?
And speaking of not being pregnant...hello! I am not in a doctor's office once a week (or more). I am not afraid that a baby (or babies) is going to pop out of me unexpectedly at any second. And the bed rest. I'm not on BED REST anymore. Do I want to give that up?
Then there is the quiet time. We get two-three hours of quiet every afternoon like clockwork. Finally, the littlest boy is on something I would dare call a day-time schedule. And they all go to bed by 8:30 at night. After waiting so long for this to be achieved, do I want to give that up?
No. Realistically I do not. But then, the kids behave and they kiss me and they learn to say Ma-Ma and they hug me and want to hold my hand or they fall asleep -- drunk on milk -- in my arms and I think...and I think...and I think....
Shut up, mind. Shut up.
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Hot coffee...mmmmm! I was reading this while drinking my practically cold coffee. So, are you trying to say that hot coffee is in my future?? :)
The bug is an impressive thing, isn't it? Makes you think crazy-ass things. :-)
Tell your ovaries and your uterus to take a hike!!!!
I don't think I've eaten hot food in months. The other day I was so frustrated about gobbling down ice cold scrambled eggs that I actually said to Bella, "do you think I'll ever get to eat a meal when it's still hot?" and she just stared at me for a few seconds and said, "no". Reality check.
I've had days too where I think how easy it has become...and that's usually when someone pukes all over me and I know God is still up there laughing at me.
you are funny...but I know what you mean. My life for the first four years has been benchmarked by pregnancies...and now I think of everything in terms on not being pregnant. For instance...this is the first summer in four years where I haven't been pregnant or breastfeeding...that means I can enjoy that beer in the glass bottle guilt free!! I'm loving it!!
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