This morning, I walked into the genius bar toting the 4, 3 and 15 month old along with me to get my touchpad fixed on my laptop. The older two kids are so well behaved when I take them on errands with me for the most part. I was thrilled when I saw the iPads for kids, and they sat down and were in heaven! Immediately the 15-month old wanted out of her stroller and I let her out – she then began trying to rip the iPads off the table and take things off the shelf. What was I thinking? I had to wait about 10 minutes until my appointment and during that time, the 3-year old nearly fell off the little bean bag ball chair set up for the kids, so I went to help her. While I was doing this, the 15 month old climbed into her stroller, stood up and was saved by the table from falling over. A lady across the table with her teenage daughter was looking at me, and all I could say is “I hate my life. I really, really hate it. I want to get out of it.” Isn’t that horrible? I didn’t even feel bad about saying it. After all, it was 10:15am and my kids had been up since 6:30 fighting, whining, and making me feel like I wanted to run away.
We made it out of there in one piece, and it was off to the indoor pool. I have a system when we go to the indoor pool and I bring all of the clothes and towels onto the deck with me and put on a bench – everyone’s belongings on top of their towels and my clothes in the pool bag. Today there were no benches. As I was setting up everything’s things, the 15- mo old took my bra and put it into the pool. My phone almost made it next but I salvaged it! After I dressed the girls and was getting the oldest ready to leave, the 15-month old had walked back into the pool, fully clothed, and sat down, holding the 4-year old’s shirt and underwear. I looked at the lifeguard like, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO. SERENITY NOW!! I grabbed everyone, Nick left in his shorts only and I left wearing my bathing suit. My heart was racing. I know these are the stories I will laugh about in 10 years?? But I can’t believe how challenging summer is with the ages of my kids right now.
Starting at 6:30: “where are we going? who is coming over?” Now I know that I am signing them up for many camps next summer. For my own sanity! This morning I read a blog post by a mom who lost a child at Sandy Hook. It helps keep things in perspective for me, but by 8:30 I am already feeling crazy and thinking, what the #$@* am I going to do today with these kids?? while picking up crumbs and spilled milk, cleaning pee off the floor of the bathroom,and walking around with a 15-mo old holding onto my legs, while the other two are fighting.
Ahh… summer… last summer was so easy compared to this summer. I wasn’t sleeping either, as the baby wasn’t sleeping through the night. I remember I was miserable not getting enough sleep, but I would go back IN A HEARTBEAT! And summer back in my teenage years and 20s… ahhh. Had a crush for at least 10 years that kept my life entertaining. Lifeguarding. Went to the pool at 9am and worked until 9pm in the sun, with friends. Summer love, summer fun. What a life!! From Lost – WE HAVE TO GO BACK!
And now, all are napping. I can think straight for a minute. This too, shall pass. I know how lucky I am to have three healthy kids. Keep calm, and carry on. I’m looking for camps for next week!