That would be me. Unintentionally of course:) For the past 8 months I have been telling {practically} everyone that having 3 kids isn't really that different than having 2 kids. Then Joe and Charlotte left for the weekend (for a wedding). And I realized that I am a BIG FAT LIAR! Having 2 kids is WAY easier than 3 kids...especially when one of those kids is non verbal and non mobile!
Parenting 2 kids was a piece of cake! We went to the park, we did crafts, we ate big hearty homemade meals, we went to Home Depot's kid workshop and a birthday party...oh and we grocery shopped and went up and down every aisle leisurely! We also played, played, read books and played some more! It was glorious.
In the end I slept on Isaiah's bottom bunk armed with my phone. And by "slept" I mean I tossed and turned and woke from every little noise our house made. And let me tell you...this is a noisy house! And I was never so excited for the sun to rise and the day to begin. Because clearly the bad guys leave at dawn:)
Moral(s) of the story:
1. Don't believe the lie that 3 kids is the same as 2! 3 is more work (but I still love it).
2. I will never survive Joe's residency years in a ranch style house. I need to be at least 1 level above the bad guys!
3. Sleeping on your son's bottom bunk makes you a COOL MOM (and keeps you safe). Win-Win!
Uh oh....I trusted you in this area. Now I don't know what to do?!?!?
ReplyDeleteI know...I am sorry. I didn't intend to lie...
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