I feel like i've been tricked. But then, maybe that's how everyone with 3+ kids feels.
Part of it, too, was the construction. Now, i hate when i'm having renovations done in my OWN house. Like, passionately hate it. Makes me angry. Want to cuss incessantly and live in the tree house until it's done. Now put me in a place that is old, unfamiliar, and not my own house... and i kind of want to put two guns to my head. How Julian slept through a table saw, hammering, and blasting music I will never know. I always thought he was quite the champ of a sleeper but I now need to make it official and give him a freaking gold medal, because freaking seriously.
Thoughts throughout the day:
- Feel like I'm in a fun house (house of horrors?). All the doors are knob-less and don't shut all the way. (If they do, they get stuck and you're locked out. This happened twice today. Had to ask the worker man to help me.)
- All these kids are super sweet. It's so hard to have a small one with me, even though he is mine and technically i should love him more. But he takes up so much of me, i can't give the others what i'd want to. For example: the oldest one? Age 7 in 1st grade: reads like a champ. Knows how to read things--the way they were intended to be read. We took turns reading a book (alternated pages) and after a while i felt lame and just wanted her to read me the story. Also, she has kind of a low raspy voice which i love (jealous).
- Thing 2, the 5-year-old is a naughty little sweet thing who makes me laugh and says wise words. Nosed into Julian's face saying "hmmm" and he'd kiss her face every time. Adorrrable. At one point i said, "i just need to get this one [julian] into bed and then we can do fun things. She said to me, "if you got a babysitter when you were taking care of just Julian, you could go out and not be with him all the time and hear him crying." You sing the song of my heart, little lass.
- Read books to the two smallest in the house. I love reading books with kids.
- Attempted a fun dinner that turned into a DISASTER. Foolishly tried to make: pancakes. Yeah, PANCAKES. HOW HARD IS THAT? Well, idiot me made them from scratch, which is how i usually do it. Couldn't even pull that off. Julian had had enough and was beyond his senses at this point. I might have cried a little [for the rest of the night, intermittently.]
- Had the kids fingerpaint with pudding on world placemats. Kind of weird, but still fun. I missed all of it though. :(
- I realize this is probably sounding super boring. If i told you my true feelings right now, I would be ashamed later on. It's just a lot to take in. It's a big adjustment. So I'm trying to think of pleasant memories. (again, no offense guys, if you're reading this. :) )
- Who doesn't own a freakin' broom?!?
- Or wisk? Good GOSH. I know what i'm getting these guys for Christmas.
- Put all 4 kids to bed sans teeth brushed. Unless they did it themselves. I have no idea.
- Bathed all kids in the kitchen sink. 'Twas like olden times, when kids shared a bath but one at a time, so the last one got all the gross leftover bathwater. The oldest two had to sit on their knees, and dip their faces.
- Bought ice cream and sat on the grass. Everyone ate theirs like a champ.
- One thing about this place: It's happily stocked with an endless supply of wipes. Bless you for THAT.
- Could hardly find the chance to pee. Turns out there are two working toilets. Both were located right next to where the workman was. Couldn't shut the doors. Had to pick one and pee like the wind while he was at the other location for 2 seconds. Sorry i'm talking about peeing.
- Changed at least 6 dirty diapers today. Like, big kid gross diapers. Plus, Julian has a nightmare of a rash that requires antibiotics. Yay. I feel like i'm getting way too personal in a way that i don't like to on my blog. Like, personal stuff in a non-entertaining way. And yet here i am. The anti-Jen blog (would be my hope). I'm sorry. I really have no wits about me at this point.
- I really need to go to bed.