When Erik and I were first married we got in an argument about how many kids we wanted. He thought that six sounded like a nice number and I wanted no more than four.
Oh, we were so naïve.
This morning I called up my pregnant friend and asked if I could watch her two boys for her so that she could rest. My friend seemed fine when I picked up the boys, but then three hours later I got a call from her husband that the baby was born. I couldn't help but laugh. Who wouldn't want a labor like that? Nice and fast.
So, alas, here I was with FOUR children under the age of four all day today. Let me tell you. Kids are not all they are cracked up to be. I am tired and the day is still not over. There are dishes to be done and toys to be picked up. I can't figure out how to get Luke and his friend to sleep. They are both so excited to be in the same room. I tried my hardest to tire them out today, but it's 9:15 p.m. and I can still hear them jumping on his bed. I have a feeling it's going to be a very long night. Heaven help us.
How do people have more than one kid? How did the pioneer families sleep in one room log cabins? How is it possible that I function on 5-6 hours of sleep every night without naps? I think I'm slowly losing my mind.
A special shout-out goes to my mother-in-law who raised NINE children, including five children in a 7 year span. I suddenly feel very guilty for having her watch our children for two weeks in September, but the tickets are non-refundable so what can I do?