I don't really have time to blog, but apparently it is less overwhelming than the 18,000 shirts that are hanging in my closet waiting to be ironed. I could be cleaning the junk yard that is my living room, where all hell breaks loose every time I nurse Sophie. I would show you a picture but I'm too embarrassed. Toys and couch cushions are everywhere. I think every toy we own is in the living room right now. Although I have kept up with the laundry (favorite chore) and the dishes (personal pet peeve to have dishes in the sink), for the most part my house is a disaster and I don't have the energy to do anything about it.
I take heart that everyone is bathed and dressed in a timely manner every morning, but morning is where the routine stops. We've eaten Mac and Cheese and hotdogs every night someone hasn't brought in dinner. Marissa is in heaven. I used to clean during nap and bedtimes, but now I just want to hold Sophie since I hardly get to when the other two are awake, and she may be our last child. I love how she cuddles up in a little ball on my chest and goes to sleep. I love how I can feel her heart beat and hear her take slow, sweet breaths. Aside from a sleeping one, newborns aren't my favorite (dare I admit it?). Sure, they smell nice and look sweet, but those don't compensate for the no sleep and the endless dirty diapers. Plus, I always worry about that darn head getting flat!
Having 3 is not as hard as I thought it would be, but still I have not found my groove, and I need to find my groove. In my friend K's blog, she said, "Nothing very good and nothing very bad ever last very long." Not that this is bad per se, but I am still figuring out how to juggle 3 kids. Give me 2 more weeks and all should be well. Maybe.
