I keep repeating that phrase this week. It has been an extraordinarily difficult 7 days and I’m so happy the weekend is almost here. For starters, Jim and I have been running on little or no sleep for days on end. Little Garrett is waking up twice a night and then my alarm goes off at 3am to start my day! Naps are a distant dream because Grant and Garrett are on different sleep schedules, and I can’t lay down unless they are both out. With Gabe going to school I thought it would be easier, but it’s actually been harder.
The real chaos begins when Gabe gets home from school. I have to pack up the kids, pick him up, make his snack, go over papers, start supper, make lunch for the next day, give baths, lay out clothes, get myself prepared for the next morning. I know that might sound like an easy-to-get done list but figure in feeding/changing and tending to an infant, plus dealing with temper tantrums and other issues, and it’s hard to find relaxing family time, let alone ANY bonding time with Jim. Thank goodness he is such a wonderful husband, he is always pitching in with the dishes and whatever needs to be done.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I know my life is fantastically blessed, I guess we just have to fumble through until we find our new “normal”. How did women back in the day do it with 7, 8 kids?! Even now I admire large families but especially before the days of double strollers and dishwashers….what’s the secret?! So that is why I am anxiously awaiting to long Labor Day weekend. I have great expectations of SLEEP! After a few good hours of rest I’m sure it will make all the difference. Everything seems so much more dramatic and emotional when I’m sleep deprived and my nerves get frayed from being exhausted. I am also excited to see my brother Matt. He’s coming down from WI and it will be the first time in almost 5 years that our entire family has been together. Better go, Jim is on the way home to take us out to dinner….oh how I love my husband!
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