I don't know how I got such beautiful daughters. All day long, several times a day, they make me laugh and my heart melts at their sweet beauty.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes I do want to hide in the bathroom with chocolate chips and beg for just three minutes of quiet. Tonight when Jesse came home after a workday that extended from 9 am to 7 pm, I was on my last thread of sanity. I yelled over the cacophony of a whining two year old, a fussing baby, and a jabbering three year old, "THIS is my entire day! I can't hear you because I can't hear a thing over all this!" And he replied, "Well, maybe the baby needs to learn to be put down." "Are you serious?! Of course she does, but I can't quite stand the screaming that goes along with that process, and she's only 1 month old!"
So I wear her on my front or back or in the sling through most of the day- at least some days. Today wet sand kept us all happy; that and Sour Patch Kids (which Lyddie thanked God for during evening prayers tonight, and a Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks after a doctor visit.
Off to knit and finish watching the new Anna Karenina with Jesse; it's beautiful so far and we really enjoyed the first half we watched the other night.
Oh my, how I love them. Can't wait to see you this weekend and of course I will hold the baby for you!
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Sometimes days are just like that and you really do wonder how you get through them but you do and even on those days when you check on them last thing at night and see their peaceful beautiful faces you know it's all worth it, but boy 3 mins with chocolate in the bathroom, uninterrupted with quiet sure sounds bliss !!! Ahhh the joys of motherhood. Hope you got some downtime with your knitting even just to gather the strands of sanity for the next day. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are super lucky, they are beautiful, and more importantly very happy too! You are probably begging for a little quiet because you work so hard caring for them. It's good to hear that you do find time to yourself, you deserve it!
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