Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Note to self: Don't move again for a very, long time.
As I write this I am surrounded by mountains of boxes and empty white walls. The twins are on the floor with nothing to play with and the big boys are upstairs playing with a few empty boxes. You haven't really lived until you decide to move with four little ones. I don't know what we were thinking, but we are in the midst of a move. Everyday, on top of our normal craziness, I pack a few boxes and clean a few things in preparation of our move this weekend. This weekend isn't just our move, it is also a women's retreat and Landan's 4th birthday. How did that happen? Why is it all happening at the same time? I want to go to sleep Friday night and wake up Sunday night and it all be over! Is that possible? I keep telling myself, it is going to work out and I just have to be calm. I think I have been telling myself that for the last year and it has worked out, way better than I expected. So I guess this move will be no different. I should have some interesting and crazy stories to post after this experience! :)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Feeling stressed!
"You can please some of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time". -Abraham Lincoln (I think)
I don't think I really knew the true meaning of this quote until I had kids, especially the twins. I have never felt pulled in so many directions as I have these last four months. It seems like at least one of my kids is unhappy almost all the time. Maybe a bit of an exaggeration (but not by much). First thing in the morning the babies need to eat, I sit down to feed them and Landan tells me he is hungry. I get Landan breakfast and the babies need to be changed. It seems like as soon as one thing gets done, something else is waiting around the corner. I try my hardest to keep my cool but I have to admit, I don't always do so well. I wish I had another me, someone to help change 15 diapers a day, someone to clean 10 bottles a day, someone to cook 3 meals a day (and make baby food, don't ask me why I am making my own baby food), and someone to wash a load of laundry a day. That way all I have to do is help Landan with his "school book", play cars with Carson and hold these sweet babies and listen to them coo and laugh. I hate that I don't have enough time in my day to get everything done, but I hope that my kids don't remember the dust on the tables, or the piles of laundry, and especially the times when I am tired and stretched and my patience is gone. I know I want to forget those times too.
I don't think I really knew the true meaning of this quote until I had kids, especially the twins. I have never felt pulled in so many directions as I have these last four months. It seems like at least one of my kids is unhappy almost all the time. Maybe a bit of an exaggeration (but not by much). First thing in the morning the babies need to eat, I sit down to feed them and Landan tells me he is hungry. I get Landan breakfast and the babies need to be changed. It seems like as soon as one thing gets done, something else is waiting around the corner. I try my hardest to keep my cool but I have to admit, I don't always do so well. I wish I had another me, someone to help change 15 diapers a day, someone to clean 10 bottles a day, someone to cook 3 meals a day (and make baby food, don't ask me why I am making my own baby food), and someone to wash a load of laundry a day. That way all I have to do is help Landan with his "school book", play cars with Carson and hold these sweet babies and listen to them coo and laugh. I hate that I don't have enough time in my day to get everything done, but I hope that my kids don't remember the dust on the tables, or the piles of laundry, and especially the times when I am tired and stretched and my patience is gone. I know I want to forget those times too.
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