4 weeks left to go. I didn't realize how WIPED I would be these last few weeks. When I get home, I unload kids from the car, hot and sweaty and make a beeline for the couch. I normally fall asleep until some kid starts jumping on me or crying "mom, mom, mom, mom, mom," pulling my hair or poking my eye. "I want cereal. I want a popsicle. I went poo. . . ." Can't a tired mom sleep and the kids just be content to trash the house?
I normally throw a few bowls in front of them for dinner and let them eat whatever cereal and milk they can stuff in their little bellies. They can have juice, snacks, cookies, I don't care. If it means at least 10-15 mins of peace where I can plop in front of the telly and rest my fat, swollen, tree trunks I call legs, then so be it.
I'm tired of telling Mike, "no dinner" tonight. So if anyone would like to volunteer to cook a nice homemade meal and bring it to us, we would all be grateful. Eating out is getting old. It's been over a month since I ate dinner. I can't stand the fire burning in my throat if I sit or lay down. At least at work I get to walk off lunch.
Truth is, I can barely keep my eyes open on the drive home from work. It's too hot. I'm exhausted yet sleeping is impossible. I wake up several times during the night from the pain of a bladder about to burst. Then at 5am my eyes shoot open and I robotically head straight for the shower. Then I dilly dally and spend time with James until 6:30/45. James is normally up early like me. Anywhere between 5-6am. We can't help it. It's just our internal clock.
It seems like forever from the time we get home until bed time. If Mike is home I head straight for the bed as he says, "no dinner plans?" NOPE, and nap a few hours. EXHAUSTED. I hate napping. It makes even more tired and lethargic when I wake up. I guess this would be what it feels like to be depressed. At least I could imagine it. Not caring about the mess the kids make, not cleaning, not being the supermom I was a few months ago.
I used to take the kids to the swimming pool after work but now it's too hot. It's like sitting in a pot of hot water that's about to boil. YUCK. So now we go early in the morning on weekends. 9am is a good time. I would prefer to go at 5am when it's coolest. But then I would just be crazy. I mean, who does that?
This week was pretty eventful but I'll save that for later posts. It involves two more house projects and an incident with law enforcement.
So my question to mom's of three or more kids... how did you do it? How were you able to be a functional person after lunch? Where did you find energy to entertain wild kids, make dinner, and get them ready for bed? No matter how deep I try to reach within I feel like jello. My body feels like jello. Jello can't lift a pot, or even lift a toothbrush. So how? HOW?
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Nice honest post. I know I'm not qualified to respond to your question with only having 2 kids & I wonder the same thing - how the heck does that work? Energy for 3,4, 5, 6??? But I just wanted to say that those last few weeks - especially when due the end of July (been there 2x!) is harder than any other point in the pregnancy despite earlier terrible pregnancy symptoms, and harder in a lot of ways than post-baby too b/c at least then you give yourself some permission to rest off and on throughout the day. But those last few weeks, I remember with Dyllan feeling like - how in the world am I supposed to accomplish NORMAL to-do things right now? You are still working, no one there to help with a new baby, and your body is rightfully so exhausted. So I guess my point is (and I know you already know this), but it'll get better. Even with one more kid, it will get better than RIGHT now. Especially after you find your groove/rhythm 2 or 3 months into it. Then you'll write a post: "How Bianca Got Her Groove Back"
Let's plan a time for me to come get the kids & take them to the pool or something &/or bring you dinner - in the next week or two maybe. I'll call you. (don't hesitate to ask either)
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