Four kids and I’m still trying to figure out this mom thing. I have to say, I’ve got some answers but for the most part I’m just as baffled as the next mom. Wondering if I’m doing the right thing, praying I didn’t do anything to screw up my kids too bad… All the while fighting insecurity about my often disheveled-looking house and kids. But you know what? Sometimes we just look a mess. And today and not afraid to show it. Not even a little bit.
OK, maybe a little bit. But hey, we can’t all be classy. 😉
Like that time I took the three little ones on our weekly grocery shopping trip. Poor baby John was battling an ear infection. The girls ran up and down the aisles, sometimes rounding the corner and making a break for it. When I finally got them to stay with me, they laid in the bottom of the shopping cart and screamed and fought and pulled each other’s hair. Welcome to the twin motherhood. 😛
Not too long ago, my school was putting on a holiday show. I had to help supervise my students and get them on and off the stage for their performance. Unfortunately, this event fell on a night when my husband had class, which meant I had to bring my kids. All.four.of.them. I have no pictures to show for the evening, but I assure you it was exhausting. I had to herd my wiggly second graders and keep them in place at the front of the auditorium. I must have looked just fabulous running all over with my baby in the Ergo carrier on my back, its straps crossing my pudgy tummy and fat bulging out all around. The baby entertained himself by pulling on my hair and trying to high-five people as we walked around. Madeline constantly tried to run onto the stage, then sobbed and wailed loudly when she was told she couldn’t go up there. Then there was Emily, terrified of all the noise and excitement, trying to climb up me and demanding to be held. This was all going on while students were doing their piece in the holiday show and parents were filming their children on stage. Of course both twins had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the show. At separate times.
And we can’t forget the day I flashed a little too much skin at a wedding. You’ll have to read that here.
What can I say? This is us. Our Christmas cookies look like something from the St. Valentine’s Day massacre.
We get a little over-enthusiastic with magnets.
And stickers.
We pass out where we want to.
We wear our shoes on our hands.
Table manners? What are those?
We shamelessly take selfies when we’re out in public together.
There you have it: Life with four kids. Thank goodness for these little reminders that I am perfectly imperfect!