Chaos: Population 7

Too blessed to be stressed... Too blessed to be stressed...  If you say it enough, you have to believe it, right?  Unfortunately, I think I'm gonna need help from the masses.  Let me give you a brief glimpse into my world.  On May 28, 2010 I gave birth to a beautiful, bouncing baby girl and let me tell you, in no conceivable way did ANYONE prepare me for the joys (read stressful blessings) of raising that sweet little thing once she hit 2.  We are in full swing of the terrible two's and the rate she's going as we are rapidly approaching her 3rd birthday we are in for an extension into terrifying three's.  HOWEVER, that's not where my story stops.  On May 14, 2012 (almost exactly 2 years to the day) I brought the sweetest set of twin boys into this world.  Yes.  You read that correctly.  I currently have 3 children under the age of 3.  All in diapers.  To tell you that everyday is straight out of a Pampers commercial would be a horrible injustice, (however if anyone affiliated with Pampers happens to read this I really love your product and could use any and all coupons/freebies you wanted to send my way).  We run from the time our feet hit the ground until I can no longer force my eyelids to stay open.  I'm grateful to have loads of help from my wonderful in-laws and a husband that is incredibly dedicated but who ever coined the phrase "it takes a village to raise a child" wasn't kidding.  Did I mention that both of us work full time jobs?  I know some of you out there are thinking "Really? What's the big deal?  Women do that all day, every day around the world.  Some of them are even single."  Hat's off to you ladies.  This crap is hard with or without help, plain and simple.

  With having said that, I have a secret confession.  I crave to be a stay-at-home mom.  Nothing would make me happier than being smack dab in the middle of this chaos 24/7.  Okay, well maybe not ALL the time, but at least 95% of it.  I want to enjoy hands on learning with my children and I want to be the one that sees every first they have. I feel like in just these 3 short years I've missed out on so very much already.  I have a wonderful sitter that the kids consider a surrogate grandmother, but its not enough.  I feel like when I drag my rear through the door after a 9 hour work day with 2 punkin seats, 2 diaper bags, 2 lunch boxes, a purse and a toddler in tow that I am just about ready for bed.  Unfortunately, by the time I feed babies, pack lunches, restock diaper bags, give baths, change pj's, give bottles, brush toddler teeth, read stories, rid the closet of bears (we have bear repellent spray), and finally sit down for a quick bite with the Mr., its past bedtime.  Its past everything.  I've not had the chance to do anything but run since I darkened our doorstep.  I'm tired of running.  I'm ready to enjoy my children.  I feel like a weekend Mom.  Notice I never mentioned laundry, cleaning, or any type of self maintenance?  Thankfully, my fabulous mother in-law takes care of most (read all) of the cleaning for me and laundry gets pushed off until the weekend where we then proceed to dig clean clothes out of baskets for a week or two until I've finally had enough and convince my husband to help me spend 2 hours sorting, folding, and wrinkle-releasing (that stuff is nectar from the cleaning gods).  Self maintenance?  Haha.. I do bathe, so that's a plus.  I feel like if I were home to spread some of this stuff out, I could spend some quality time with these awesome little people I've helped create.  They are learning and growing every day and I want so bad to be the biggest influence these little munchkins have (whether its good or bad).  Think I'm crazy?  I probably am, but since you're here and you've read this much I trust you enjoy my crazy almost as much as I do! ;)