There was a tired mom. Whose day started by waking up to the sweet sound of cooing in the crib next to her bed. She got up, peed first, then settled into the rocker to nurse her sweet baby boy. 10 minutes later, she walked down the steps into the kitchen and heard the sweet sound of...bickering. Because the other children didn't get the memo that it is NOT necessary to wake up and immediately start fighting with their siblings over (some semblance of ) breakfast.
It's September. This is how my mornings will sound for the next 10ish months. Only add to that 3 noisy dogs and a loud-ass cat and there you have the soundtrack to my life. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Well...I could do without having to clean cat shit off the floor when the pain-in-the-ass kitty as she is so loving called (by me) decides she didn't like that someone moved her cat box 6 inches to the left and deemed the carpet the only acceptable place left to poop.
But really, what's a little cat dung when I have baby puke, sour milk, and some sort of kid goo on me at some point throughout the day? Forget Fashion Week...it doesn't get more glamorous than this!
- I am an insane human being. I have been a wife for 15 plus years, and a mom for almost as long. I had 3 children early on...then struggled with life and IF and loss for 8 years. Thought our family was complete, so I compensated by adopting all the shelter pets. Then we were surprised that our luck changed. Our running total is Parents: 2, Kids: 5, Pets:4. My life is far from perfect, and much of our happiness was hard fought and won, from the death of a parent, job loss and marriage troubles, miscarriage and IF, we have been through it all, and dare I say we made it, with a lot of love and laughter, and not taking ourselves too seriously.