So here I sit. 2nd active day on this blog. I have to tell you honestly, this is the third day in a row that I'm home, at night, alone with all the kids asleep, and I think I enjoy the quiet far too much to do anything other than sit here! I'm throwing a Birthday party for my oldest son Saturday, he'll be four. So clearly there's a ton o' crap I could be doing. But instead I sit.....thinking of the 427 balloons I could start blowing up and hanging all over the place. Or even BEGINNING to make templates for the cupcakes. It's a superhero theme. Of course! But not just one of them.....ALL of them :) How can I say no to those big brown eyes?! (ok ok I do all day long, but not when it comes to his Birthday theme request!) AND he is my first born child...so that should count for some extra brownie points on his end?!
I must say that I like how I necessitize(is that even a word?) my priorities. As soon as everyone was in bed, I unpacked 2 HUGE bags of clothes handed down from a friend of mine for my rapidly growing 8 month old! They could have very easily sat there till I was able to throw them in the attic for after the party....but I really wanted to see all the cute new clothes. hehe And I have to stress the need for new clothes here. Yes I have an older son, and yes I still have his old clothes. BUT, my 8 month old is already wearing 18-24m clothing. Yeah, he's small. So I welcome with open arms "new" items friends and family are willing to throw my way! I try to sneak them in the house when my husband's not looking so I can't see the "where the hell are we gonna put that?" look on his face. Somehow, this always manages to put me in a snippy mood when I see that look. Maybe because he doesn't TOUCH the laundry at all. And when I ask him to go grab an item of clothing from the kids' room he comes downstairs a half hour later with something that maybe fit an infant, maybe.....all out of breath, saying "I couldn't find what you asked for so this'll have to do". I know it would take me a few seconds to run the same errand, but it's kind of like when you ask your child to go look for something in the living room even though you know it's not really IN the living room. The old....get them outta your hair trick! Yep. Works for the Hubbs too.
Still thinking of all those balloons that need to be blown up.
And yes, I said kids' room....not kid's rooms. All three of our little angels share the same 4 walls. Originally, we thought we were simplifying things. Bringing our family back to the days when kids didn't all have their own seperate rooms. Seriously most of my nieces and nephews and their friends have more space than I EVER have. Even now! And I own this whole house!! But can I find any decent sized space that isn't occupied by a talking child, a snoring husband, or a farting dog? Negatory.
Well, we learned the hard way that the whole kids-sharing-a-room thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. I remember our naive days when we said "they'll learn to deal with the __________________". Fill in the blank with whatever you can come up with. Early riser. Kid that talks in their sleep. Kid that likes to turn the light on and off 17 million times before finally passing out at night. Hitter. Poop painter. Screamer. Newborn.
And now why we ever thought THEY would have to learn to deal with any of this is still a mystery to me. We are the ones up in the middle of the night cleaning poop off the wall, or changing sheets for someone who got sick, or was potty training, or picking up all the kids off the floor because they fell out of their beds. (that actually makes me laugh every time I do it.) The kids couldn't give a flying fart what the other ones are doing! Just us.
Is it any wonder why kids grow up and look back at their parents and say "man, they really didn't know anything"?! We didn't!
Ok, the balloon thing is starting to bug me. I'm off to possibly begin being productive maybe sometime soon.
Wish me luck!
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