If I had ten minutes of babysitting time for every time I was asked "how do you do it with four kids???" I’d be really relaxed and happy.
I think that my life is kinda like the mousetrap game; it’s silly, yet complicated, and if one little thing, like say ~ the lamppost ~ gets messed up, then the cage doesn’t drop when it should and all hell breaks loose. Not that all hell has broken loose here, it’s just that blogging is generally the last thing I do in a day, and if the other things aren’t happening, my blogging time is spent cleaning bathrooms or doing laundry. Really, though, I haven’t kept up with the bathrooms or the laundry. I’m just generally behind. I’m not about to fix that now, though, since I have to have Nate and four other kids (I’m babysitting this week. OH like it matters if there’s one more!) to the dentist fifteen miles away at 8:40 a.m. Our path follows a crappy, clogged highway, of course, so I should get some rest and bolster my chances of not unleashing the bad language in front of someone else’s child.
Oh ICK, don’t’cha hate it when there is a bad peanut in the trail mix?? Can I sue for damages?? Ack! Help me!!
Yes, I DO hate it when there is a bad peanut in the trailmix!!! The nasty taste in my mouth effs it up for the rest of the bag so I can’t even finish. Phooey!
An 8:40 appointment? I can barely get myself to one of those, let alone the kids. I am about to sing Wind Beneath My wings.
“OH like it matters if there’s one more!”
this is how a friend of mine got 7 brothers and sisters. his parents wanted four kids. the fourth pregnancy was a set of twins. they said, 5 or 8 kids, what the hell, it doesn’t matter at this point!
That bad tasting nut shows up in all groups of all species of nuts… I’ve come across it in a giant pile of pistachos, peanuts, almonds… you name it.
Yum
Yum
Yum
Yum
Yum
Yum
Yum
Ew
Gross! What the hell was that?!
Yuck, it’s stuck in my teeth now!
Will this horrible flavor never end?!
Quick, where’s my water?
Now I don’t want any more, bleh.
So many people say to us “my your busy” or “are they ALL yours” that i have taught all four children to put up their middle finger at every instance of the objectionable comment. “I don’t know how you do it” and variations are heard almost as frequently.
to be fair to us slackers with one kid. WE FIND Y’ALL AMAZING! we mean it as a compliment. or at least i do. i feel like giving you guys a gruit basket or a gift certficiate for a massage when i see parents of more than one or two or three or four! we are impressed. if i could, i wouldgive you a break when i see you because i suspect you need one. or don’t you? i only have one kid and i always want a nap.
I think that the “I don’t know how you do it” comment might make a kid feel like they are a huge burden on their family. They totally are, but sometimes it’s good to lie to them!
I don’t know. In some ways having one is like having four; because everything is for the first time and for me I was always super freaked out and unsure and worried and strident. That was exhausting. Now I’m worn down to a little squeaky nub and sort of at the point like I was with my first.
And let’s be honest ~ there is nothing like going from zero to one.