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I have a few updates formulating in my head. But, seriously? Who has the time? Weekends are especially hard...as I write this #4 is screaming at me, 1 & 2 are fighting down in the playroom, and 3 is watching TV in my room. And here I sit, while the Hubs is making the money, thus affording me the opportunity to listen to the crying, and the fighting, and the occasional, "Mommy, more show, please?"
What's great about the internet is that you had no idea that I left to tell the big kids to stop fighting, put the Baby in for a nap, and checked on Sass who is blankly staring at Peppa Pig. Anyhoo...
This coming week is the last week of school. Two full days and two half days stand in between Boo and his summer vacation, and between me having to have 4 kids home for two months. I can honestly say that I'm finally in a place where the day to day with the three is manageable. They are predictable (for the most part) and it's just gotten easier. Not EASY, by any means, but easier. Of course this happens right at the time that Boo gets thrown into the mix. Hold me. I'm skurred.
We have the pool. The swingset. The millions of toys in the playroom. The outside toys. Bikes. Scooters. Sidewalk chalk. So really, it shouldn't be too hard to keep them occupied. The park tour that I'm wanting to do will take up one day every week. I'm going to get some playdates scheduled. So, all of these things will pass the time. We aren't going on a vacation because we just can't afford it. We will probably do some day trips here and there. It will be fine. So why am I sweating it so much?
I guess it's a confidence thing. Like in, I have none. Can you buy it somewhere? Is it on Amazon? I have a Prime account, so if I buy it today, it'll be here by Monday. *searching for confidence...no matches...grrreat*
It will be fine. I'm just going to tackle it head on, like I've tackled Motherhood over the years. Just. Do. It. You'll. Be. Fine.
...I just may need to go to the liquor store first...
Summer, summer, summertime....
What's great about the internet is that you had no idea that I left to tell the big kids to stop fighting, put the Baby in for a nap, and checked on Sass who is blankly staring at Peppa Pig. Anyhoo...
This coming week is the last week of school. Two full days and two half days stand in between Boo and his summer vacation, and between me having to have 4 kids home for two months. I can honestly say that I'm finally in a place where the day to day with the three is manageable. They are predictable (for the most part) and it's just gotten easier. Not EASY, by any means, but easier. Of course this happens right at the time that Boo gets thrown into the mix. Hold me. I'm skurred.
We have the pool. The swingset. The millions of toys in the playroom. The outside toys. Bikes. Scooters. Sidewalk chalk. So really, it shouldn't be too hard to keep them occupied. The park tour that I'm wanting to do will take up one day every week. I'm going to get some playdates scheduled. So, all of these things will pass the time. We aren't going on a vacation because we just can't afford it. We will probably do some day trips here and there. It will be fine. So why am I sweating it so much?
I guess it's a confidence thing. Like in, I have none. Can you buy it somewhere? Is it on Amazon? I have a Prime account, so if I buy it today, it'll be here by Monday. *searching for confidence...no matches...grrreat*
It will be fine. I'm just going to tackle it head on, like I've tackled Motherhood over the years. Just. Do. It. You'll. Be. Fine.
...I just may need to go to the liquor store first...
Summer, summer, summertime....
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