I have a lot of people tell me that I must have my hands full with three kids so close in age. Most of the time they are strangers in the checkout lane that love to make comments as I am shuffling my kids through the line all while trying to keep my cool as they attempt to get a five-finger discount on all the little toys and candies. Its times like these that I just want to blurt out to that stranger, “thank you captain obvious.”
I think going out of the house is one of those necessary evils. We need food but I often wonder how badly since whatever I make usually just makes its way to the floor where our dog feasts instead of into their little mouths. I know there are a million parents out there that are going through the exact same thing. It’s maddening.
This week has been particularly challenging because my daughter has decided she’s just going to cry all day. I think its teeth but who really knows at this age?! At almost two years old she doesn’t exactly have a stellar vocabulary. So I keep guessing, and when I can’t guess anymore I cave and just give her the pacifier. This is #thirdkidproblems since I would have never done that with the boys. For them, pacifiers were for sleeping only. Man, I was a tough cookie. Not so much anymore.
As we were putting the kids to bed last night they asked that I stay after our bedtime routine was over to just lay with them. I had to pause for a second, because after a long day I had wanted to go downstairs and have some alone time. At that moment I was hit by an emotional bus. I thought about how these were the moments that I had longed for while we were trying to have kids. I wanted cozy snuggles at bedtime and little arms wrapping my legs as they ran like maniacs through the house. Five years ago I would have given anything to have a kid whine at me that they didn’t like their dinner.
All parents get caught up in the daily grind. Work, school, and kid chaos can take its toll on us and we forget about why we wanted kids to begin with. We don’t do it intentionally but we just get stuck in the routine and the quagmire of kiddom.
Sometimes we all just need a little reminder as to why we wanted these tiny humans to begin with. My reminder came last night when I really wanted a glass of wine but stayed and snuggled my little monsters instead.