Some days there is no list.
There is no, “Do X. Then Y. Then Z will magically happen.”
It’s just a whirlwind of chaos. We’re totally lost.
Waking up, I can do this. It’s a fresh start.
Then the obnoxious noise begins.
I’ve never been one for extremely loud noises, hubby hasn’t either. But there’s no way around it with five kids. You just can’t get everyone to be quiet at once. Forget it.
We’re lucky if we get five minutes.
I think every conversation we’ve had while the kids have been up has been interspersed with so many “hold on a minute”s and “be quiet for a sec”s it might as well have not been a conversation at all.
How. The heck. Do we live.
How do we keep a single ounce of sanity?
This is what we keep asking ourselves.
I keep trying to find some magical answer, some perfect formula that can keep me from feeling like I need something a heck of a lot stronger than a cup of coffee every morning to keep going.
There just isn’t.
But one thought keeps circling.
We’re all just making this up as we go… And so were our parents.
None of us really has it all figured out. You can’t fool me. All the degrees in the world won’t prepare you for that first poopy diaper blowout. There just isn’t.
You can’t make this stuff up.
But that’s part of what also makes it fun. And insane. And fun.
Glass half empty, glass half full. Pick your battles. All that stuff.
So for all the half-crazed parents like us just getting by, I raise my coffee mug to you. Be stronger. Make more stuff up. Be a cooler inexperienced nutjob who your kids think is the best ever.
Give those ankle-biters a big ol’ hug and just keep moving. If we can make it till bedtime, you can too. We’re in this craziness together. *fistbump*