"WAHHHHHH! WAHHHH! WAHHHHH!!!" Sometimes, I feel like crying right along with the baby because some days are just tough. You know, it is those days when Mr. Fussy, Mr. Messy, Mr. Clumsy, Mr. Insomnia and Mr. Curious overtake the entire house. At these times, I pray for extra patience and shift into survival mode/auto pilot. Nothing gets crossed off my list, and I simply make sure everyone is fed and try to ensure no one gets hurt. I know I am sounding a lot like Eeyore, but I am just being real not glum. We have way more good times than not, and I really am blessed to have the privilege of being the name my little ones call. I am already realizing how quickly they grow and need momma less and less. My list can wait. This is my season and operating in survival mode on occasion won't hurt as long as my little ones feel loved, which clearly isn't happening in the picture below. (When the big kids tried to outcry the baby, the image of everyone crying at once amused me enough to take a picture before rescuing him)
In addition to figuring out life with three kids, we have battled a lot of sickness over the past few months which equates to even more time in survival mode. The older kids have had nasty runny noses off and on all winter, both kids got a stomach bug on different weekends, and the flu lingered at our house for nearly a week. Thankfully, God spared baby James & I from most of the sickness aside from a few bouts of fatigue. When illness steals our energy or the cold/rain keeps us indoors, we survive by reading a lot and watching Netflix more than usual. For some reason, I keep thinking Spring will put an end to this sickly, rainy period, so I am looking forward to it with more zeal than ever! Bring on the health & sunshine!
