I'm now about 17 weeks pregnant with "Bullseye" and the panic over having 4 kids under age 6 has begun. How am I ever to give them all the attention they each deserve? How can we afford to send them all to college? How will I ever get a shower again?
I know that when the time comes we'll just deal with things as they come, but I have all this time to think about things. Especially with Maggie giving us such a hard time at bedtime and Jack is starting to become a light sleeper, I worry about how any of us are ever going to sleep again. I know that Jeff and I are good parents and I'm soooo thankful that we have a good relationship, cause if we didn't, I think the stress of 4 kids would put a serious crimp in our style.
Thankfully, we have many, many good friends and our parents are always there when we need them. People keep offering help, they're going to be surprised how much we take them up on it! I remind myself that there's a reason we don't really remember our early childhood and while my mom assures me it's cause I was perfect, I'm sure she yelled at me for not great reasons at times and I don't remember any of it. As a matter of fact, my earliest memory of really getting yelled at wasn't until 6th grade, when I scratched my mother's brand new car (it was an accident, but wow, you'd have thought I took a screwdriver to the paint). So in the end, hopefully, what they'll remember is the good times, not the crazy bedtimes or the not so great mornings before Mommy's had her coffee.
So in the end, this is a blog about my panic, but also a warning... don't offer help unless you mean it, and I'm sorry for the crabby pregnant lady I'm going to be for the next couple months!
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