So here’s the scene…I’m sitting on the floor upstairs in the loft area, London our newest baby girl is lying next to me on a little throw blanket, and I’m surrounded by 5 baskets full of clothes. Well, at least the baskets were full before Riley and Olivia thought it was a good idea to start tossing them up in the air. This of course was followed by the exclamation cannonball! as they dove into the piles of now mismatched laundry. And so represented my day, haha! The girls seemed to be having fun, and London, well she was content to just lie next to me oblivious to the noise around her (though, I’ll assume she was complicit in their shenanigans).
I’m not going to lie, it’s been a war these first 3 weeks. Whoever said that going from 2 to 3 kids was easy, like collateral damage, must have been insane. Or perhaps they just were overlooking the harrowing first couple of months that brings the usual carnage of sleep deprivation and short tempers. So I’ll definitely be glad when this young one learns that real people sleep during the night time, for long, consistent periods of time.
One thing I can say though, I’ve been real impressed (as usual) with my wife, aka, my partner in crime. Today she had a classic moment, one that made me remember why I love her so much all over again. I was in the shower (I’m not going to lie, it was my first in a day or so, and well let’s just say I was enjoying the rare moment of peace and quiet since I’d recently been on baby duty). Samantha was supposed to be in the bed with the baby, asleep. However, the other ones, Riley and Olivia, were upstairs running amuck. I guess I should mention that yesterday I pretty much let the girls have the run of the house while we hunkered down and tried to ride out 2 colds (Riley and Olivia’s), and daddy’s Saturday of college football watching. Talk about a mess. Samantha hadn’t ventured upstairs I guess the entire day so when she went upstairs this morning to see what all the ruckus was about, she was shocked to see the aftermath.
Needless to say, she went into mommy shut it down mode, and by the time I’d gotten out of the shower, she was downstairs in the kitchen mumbling to herself something about they know good and well… (mom’s y’all know how you do. When you get to talking to yourself, game over). By the time I went upstairs, everything was spotless, rooms cleaned, playroom cleaned, and the girls were sitting quietly in chairs watching TV. I think I was on my best behavior for the rest of the day!
Now in my defense, this isn’t typical. I’m usually pretty good about cleaning and managing the kids (in the way that I am uniquely gifted to do as a dad lol). However, she surprised me and reminded me that it’s always nice to have a partner in the trenches when you’re going through. And believe me, right now in this survival of the fittest mode, it’s all about having the right partner in the game.
So we’ve made it through the end of week 3. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe it does get easier…after all, we’ve done this twice before right?