Counting The Little Things

I’m 7 weeks into life with three children and as much as I knew I was in for a hard transition, I wasn’t ready for it. Some things are going really well. The older ones adore the baby and have not taken out any jealousy or frustrations on her, thank goodness. I am not nearly as tired as I remember being when the other two were newborns. My hard work seems to be paying off in the breastfeeding department, and as stressful as it is, at least this baby doesn’t vomit on me numerous times a day like the other two did due to formula sensitivities.

I wasn’t prepared for how fast I would lose my temper at my sweet children who behave like children do when they are cooped up all day and their parents are so busy doing damage control and going crazy with the messy house and unbalanced checkbook and empty refrigerator, etc. They are hungry and tired and needing attention, but they don’t know how to tell us that so they yell and scream and cry and make messes and refuse to do as they are told and get hurt doing things they shouldn’t, so we yell and punish inconsistently and threaten and overlook the good things they do. (I’ll ignore my run on sentences here.)

So, looking on the positive side, I wanted to record the things I got done today. I was pretty pleased with myself for getting a few things done. And pleased with the baby for taking a couple good naps without being held.