I knew three was going to be more. More kisses. More snuggles. More laughter.
And, yes, I knew it would be more work. What I underestimated was how much more. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder what on earth I got myself into and when I’m going to feel a little less overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed by the mess.
Overwhelmed by the noise.
Overwhelmed by how tired I feel. All. The Time.
Who knew adding one more little person to the mix would add all this work?
I’m pretty sure I’m messing it up. The Boy cries when he’s tired. Or hungry. Or wants to be picked up. (which is all the time). Princess Crybaby is a tyrant. Munchkin is growing up too fast. WAY too fast.
Oh, and have I mentioned the mess? And the noise?
Just when I feel like maybe I can’t take any more, they do this:
And then I laugh. And I do. Laugh, that is. A LOT.
There is a lot more of that, too. Delight at the beautiful young lady Munchkin is becoming. Amazement at how fast Princess Crybaby is learning and how incredibly smart she is. And the sheer joy of falling in love with a boy. (they really are SO different)
I read something the other day that said to have young children is to accept that, for a time, you just have to hunker down. And I guess that’s what I’m doing. I just hope I make it out alive. *laugh*