I've heard, I don't know how many times, "If you have 3 kids, you might as well have 16. It doesn't get any harder after 3." What a complete lie!
I want everyone to know...it does get harder after 3. Right after 3 comes 4, and it's pretty difficult. They outnumber you 2 to 1. There's more crying, more laundry, more boots and snow pants lying on the floor, more little bodies snuggle and more soft cheeks to kiss.
Chris and I were not expecting an easy transition. No one in our family has a laid back, taking-it-easy sort of personality. We are all intense, on the go, opinionated, strong willed people. We knew adding one more to the mix would make things--interesting! But it is chaotic every waking moment. Chris wants to commission a painting to go over the threshold of our home that says "God Bless our Chaos". Often around 4:30, for no reason (other than the two babies crying, Claire and Lily fighting, and the depths of my fatigue) I start crying. It is either cry or leave the house, slamming the door behind me. Crying is obviously the better option.
I know that this transition will go quickly, and much like labor, these growing pains will fade with time. For now, however, I feel so inadequate for the task before me and everyday is a struggle.
20 February 2009
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So, Velda was wrong I take it! She probably just remembers the good anyway, like we all do. You, my strong, creative SIL will handle this so much better than I would! Just remember that God promises to do His work in our families despite us! Praying for you...Jeannette
(((((Oh Erin))))))
I so remember those times and I'm praying for you. I wish I could be there right now to take care of those snowpants, boots, laundry, dishes and you could sit and kiss those soft cheeks. But I can't, so I'm praying.
Maybe a diet coke would calm "THE RAGE"?
A woman at our church and her husband refer to "THE RAGE" in varying degrees of Defcom Levels. He comes home and asks her what level she's feeling. She tells the kids to assume battlestations at about Defcom 9. I think it's a Star Wars, or Star Trek reference? I found it humorous despite not knowing what she was referring to.
My word verification was "merymath". I think that's funny, too.
((general hugs))
4:30 is the witching hour. Misery everywhere, on a rolling basis, as the world turns and it becomes 4:30 across the globe.
Just declare Threat Level Orange, and tell the husband not to enter the house unless he's got ice cream or wine in one hand and the other hand free hand to grab a kid.
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