Being a mom of three kids is its own brand of chaos. Here are a few of the funny (and sadly true) realizations I’ve had in my first month as a mom of three little boys.Before we had our third child, people always told me how hard it is to have three kids. As parents, you’re finally outnumbered. As the daily caregiver, you no longer have enough hands to hold on to all of the children at once when you’re walking across a parking lot. Not even the Costco shopping carts can hold all the kids you have in tow.
For whatever reason, something about having three kids seems to tip the scales from semi-doable to complete chaos.
We’re a month into our journey of having three kids now, and whew! I am definitely feeling the extra mental weight of caring for an additional human being. Having three kids to keep track of schedules for, to feed, to clothe, to discipline, to love, to teach, and to keep alive each day has pushed my capacity as a mom and a person to (and sometimes seemingly beyond) my limits.
I love these little kiddos with all my heart, and they are worth all the energy I pour into raising them, but man am I exhausted. Every. Single. Day.
If there was any doubt, here are a few of the ways I KNOW I’m the mom of three very active and sometimes crazy little boys. Hopefully, some of you can relate…
You know you’re the mom of three young kids when…
…you have to call your Kindergarten son’s school three minutes before school’s out for the day to ask them to keep an eye on your child for a few extra minutes. Why? Because you just discovered that the three-year-old lost your car keys while you were nursing the baby. Perfect.
…your luxurious master bathtub gets used more often by your toddler than it does by you because it keeps him occupied for a few precious moments–long enough for you to take a quick shower that makes you feel human (or at least half-human) again.
…getting six hours of sleep–even with multiple interruptions to feed the newborn–seems like a full night of rest.
…you finally decide that ordering everything humanly possible online–including groceries–is totally worth the service fee and shipping.
…you start to wonder if your gigantic piles of laundry might actually win the battle for control of your house.
…you don’t even bother to change your clothes after the baby spits up on your shirt because it matches the spot on your pants from earlier, so you figure the new stain really pulls your outfit together.
…you realize a month after baby three is born that you haven’t taken any pictures of him since two days after you left the hospital. Whoops. But really, when did you have time to set up a cute DIY photo shoot?
…rather than stopping your toddler from imagining he’s a dog and eating the pile of cereal he just spilled on the kitchen floor (again, while you were feeding the baby), you encourage it. If he eats it, you won’t have to sweep it up later.
…your house is constantly being transformed into a knight’s castle, a bear cave, a race track, or a volcano spewing lava…and it pretty much looks like a toy volcano exploded. You tell yourself you’re allowing them to develop creativity, but mostly you just don’t have the energy to clean up.
It’s been quite an adventure this past month, and something tells me we’re only getting started. I’m pretty sure these little boys are going to keep me on my toes for years to come. And that’s okay. It’s what I signed up for…the sleepless nights and the snuggles. The giant messes and the belly laughs. The dog piles and the ridiculous knock-knock jokes. The good, the bad, and the poopy.
Bring it on.