Today Is The Day
Today is the day that I get slightly freaked out about the seemingly very real possibility that I may actually lose my mind.
Today is the day that I say, “Holy crap! I have four kids!”
Yesterday was the day that Chris went back to work. It must have been the calm before the storm.
So far this morning, I woke up and changed an incredibly nasty pull-up. Owen is quickly approaching three, and thinks using the potty is highly overrated. Immediately upon finishing changing him, Miss Abigail needed her diaper changed. Hers was much less nasty. Actually, it wasn’t bad at all. A two week old’s diaper is much better than a two and a half year old’s. Anyway, shortly after that, while I was nursing Abby, Elijah knocked a bag of flour out of the freezer. Since I was feeding his baby sister, I asked Kyra to sweep the flour into a pile for me. She was happily doing this, but didn’t think to inform me that Owen was walking through the flour at the same time, dragging it with his feet all over the kitchen floor. So, when I finished feeding Abby, I went into the kitchen and freaked out. I spent ten minutes or so cleaning up the flour, and sent the boys to their room to play while Kyra did her schoolwork.
I was feeling highly frustrated, so I put Abby Jo in her basket, told Kyra to “see to her if she starts fussing, but DON’T PICK HER UP AGAIN!”, and went outside to sit on the cold porch steps for a few minutes while Amy Jo prayed for me over the phone. Feeling slightly better after a few moments of prayer, I came inside, sat down to nurse Abby again, and, no sooner had she latched on and settled in to nurse, I heard a loud crash from the boy’s room. I sent Kyra to assess the damage. They had managed to break the glass globe on the ceiling fan….broken glass all over an incredibly messy room. I moved the boys to Kyra’s room, and have yet to clean up the glass.
So, yes, today is the day…the day I have to get my stuff together or lose my ever-loving mind.
Also, today is the day I pray for God to “lay it on the hearts” of some close family members to come pick up the big kids for a while.
Now, off I go…Abby Jo is crying for me.
