Lately I've felt overwhelmed. While some aspects of parenting have gotten easier as the kids are now almost 2 and 4, other aspects have gotten more difficult. I'm not just concerned with what they eat, how much they sleep, and how often they poop. Now I'm concerned with Warner learning his letters, being more polite and interactive with adults, playing kindly with his sister. I'm concerned with Maren's speech, her motor skills, and her aggressive behavior.
Side note on the aggressiveness/hitting issue - Warner told me this today: "Mommy, sometimes Maren tries to hit me when I take a toy away from her. So then I run away from her, and she chases me, and we run in circles, and then we start laughing, and then we get the hiccups". I had to laugh.
I haven't gotten Playdoh out for them to play with in months. They don't know as many Bible stories as I'd like. They don't color that often and Warner still can't hold a crayon the correct way. The list goes on and on and on. And then I often think I want a third child. So yes, what you're thinking is correct: I'm crazy.
I'm trying my best to get through each day as gracefully, happily, and engaged with my children as possible. Even though they're currently watching Caillou as I type this. I promise it's the first show they've watched today. So, as with my other catch-up posts, here are a few random pictures ...
We took the kids to JumpZone last week. They both ran around like crazy people. Warner was a hot sweaty mess 10 minutes into our visit. Maren kept up with Warner, even going down the BIG slide (on her belly) with him. I've since purchased a Groupon for more visits to JumpZone. Since we can't go to the pool (Shigella outbreak in Northern Kentucky: no un-potty-trained kids allowed in public pools. Ugh) JumpZone, the Zoo, and the Children's Museum will most likely be hot spots for the Platt kids this summer.
Picnic lunch last week. It was a bit bright - hence Warner's face. I think it was a better idea on paper than in practice. But we had a nice time.
Maren treats Larry the Cucumber like one of her babies, pushing him around in the car seat on top of her grocery cart. She's a mess.
This is one of my favorites. Rachel, our babysitter, took this while Kevin and I were out celebrating my birthday. They love Miss Rachel.
And, the reason I haven't gone completely insane: Kevin. My sweet, supportive husband who also happens to be the best dad on the planet. This was taken at church Sunday - Father's Day. I'm bummed that you can't see his shirt. He is wearing a "#1 Dad" badge that Warner made for him in Sunday School. Precious.
3 comments:
I felt/feel the same way yet I already went for it with the third. It's stressful but I can't imagine life without all three kids. I figure this busy/stressful/nonstop session will pass too soon and then I'll miss it.
So glad to know I'm not the only one feeling the mommy guilt! I nodded my head all the way through your post. Guess we just have to do the best we can and also try to remember that we have to keep our sanity too!
Yes, do your best and forget the rest! You are a fabulous mother even if your kids don't color enough or know their letters because you love them like crazy and you do your best. You're not going to harm your kids in anyway because we all are broken already by our sinfulness. Instead of trying to do it all, pick a handful of things you can and want to do that will keep you true to yourself and stop thinking about all the other stuff. It's very freeing, you should try it. :)
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