We have 7 fish, 1 shrimp, 1 turtle, 3 dogs, and 3 kids. My house is full. My heart is full. My brain… is empty. My energy stores… are empty. My pockets are also full, but not of money… it’s more like food wrappers, rocks, dog treats, crayons, legos, toy cars, and plenty of other undesirable (read: crusty, gooey, sticky) items. I miss my husband, and my sanity. I miss my alone time, my free time, my previous pant size, and my husband. Did I say that? BUT I would miss my stinky boys more. I missed them before they were born, I just didn’t realize it.
I want alone time, and I’m not going to pretend like I don’t enjoy it when I get it! But I love when I get home or the boys wake up and come give me a hug or big smile and tell me that they love me. I love watching Q play with the boys, talk to them, or even just talk about them. I love watching S play with D and give him his pacifier every time it falls out. I love when T sings to D to try and get him to stop crying when we are in the car. I love when we get excited watching Terry the Princess Turtle eat dried shrimp, or when we feed the dogs or the fish together. I love when the boys pretend to rock their “babies” to sleep and feed them when they’re crying. OK, technically they are stuffed animals and the crying is pretty horrific, but the idea is adorable.
As for my previous pant size, well I’m working on that! And my son told me that I look like a princess before I went to my sister-in-law’s wedding rehearsal so obviously the pants do not make the princess!
As usual, I have no idea what I am doing,