We are 19 days in as a party of 5. Things are much easier with an infant the 3rd time around. I no longer question if letting him cry while I pee will scar him for life, if feeding him after 2 hours and 21 minutes versus two hours and 30 minutes will be detrimental to his feeding schedule for life, or if letting him sleep in his carseat until his digestive track develops a bit more (and buys me some more sleep) will mean he will never learn to sleep in a crib. But the three things that are sort of out of control now that we added another boy into the mix – maintaining control of my two other hooligans when I am nursing the baby, finding time to feed myself, and the amount of freakin’ laundry!!! It probably doesn’t help that my oldest son changes his outfit 87 times per day, but that’s a story for another day.
In general, though, things have been going better than expected. My middle son has actually accepted the baby into the family which was a pleasant surprise, sleep deprivation is apparently something you can get used to over time, and thanks to generous friends and family I haven’t had to make dinner yet.
But wait, my husband went back to work today… Things are about to change in a major way and, honestly, I am a little nervous. I have been rolling solo for 2 hours now (thanks to my son’s spring concert I got a half day of him home). So far, I successfully facilitated play doh and coloring, made mac and cheese, and got 2/3 of my kids to take a nap. My oldest son is upstairs talking to himself in bed, but, hey, I’ll take it. Who knows what the next several hours will bring until daddy returns from work, but I am fully anticipating that this is what I will look like come Friday:
But with 3 kids under the age of 4, I will take things one day… or make that one minute… at a time.