So this morning was one of those days I wish I could ship my children off, someplace, anyplace. All parents of small children have these moments, I understand, but with 4 children ages 4 to 3 months I have a lot of these moments. Today it was my 23 month old pooping, yes I did say pooping, into his newly run bath water, the twins smashed goldfish crackers all over the floor, the unending calls of “Mom, I want ____” (fill in blank), putting on the Barbie shoes again, again and again, all to the sound track of my growth spurt queen’s dulcet tones as I try to feed this child enough to make her stop crying (a trend that began three days ago and as far as I’m concerned could have ended three days ago too).
I am in the phase of parenthood where the days are loooooonnnnnnggggg but they tell me the years are short. Sometimes I believe them, but this morning I was sure they must be parents of a different kind of child than the ones I’ve got.
But then my husband turns up over lunch to give me at least a few minutes without my four shadows, and it gave me a minute to step back and appreciate all I have before I reengaged. After a rousing game of “chase the buddy” and a few action packed rounds of I Spy Bingo, I can’t imagine any life without them. The fit of my daughters hand in mine as she asks “what can I do to help” as I get dinner ready, the shrieks of laughter as they play horse and ride on daddy, it all just feels right and Noelle must agree because finally at long last the baby in the midst of all this chaos sleeps peacefully.
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