Home Alone + 3

My husband is out of town...again. Now this is par for the course with his job and we are very blessed he has it, I need to say that first. With that out of the way, are you serious?!?! Home alone (except when I'm at work....better known as my only break) with three kids is no one's ideal situation. While I am changing the baby, the toddler is standing in the hallway peeing her pants, because "she couldn't wait and the toilet is to tall" (all said in the world's most irritating whine). While I'm getting dinner, the toddler and kindergarten are quickly and methodically destroying their bedrooms with an efficiency that most CEO's would pay millions for. Finally, I do what rational parents would do....Disney movie anyone? Thank you Pocahontas, for saving me from losing my mind! But eventually bedtime rolls around, and two hours later everyone is asleep and relatively harmless. And after I do the five hours of housework and laundry, I have the whole bed to myself. :)

What's One More Thing To Do?

So, here is the situation I am in. I have three beautiful little girls. Hannah, age 5; Lilly, age 3; and Grace (Gracie), age 5 months. They are my girls, and they are wonderful. I am married to a great man, and we've been married for 5 years. Yup do the math :) I work full time an hour away from my home. I work for a not-for-profit that provides advocacy for individuals with disabilities, assists those same individuals in advocating for themselves, help families get connected with assistance and services they need, and (in my case) provide special needs trust services. I am a Christian and attend church here close to home, and my family & I are very active.

So basically, every minute of my day is scheduled and organized. Or at least scheduled. I try very hard to keep things organized, but let's be real. You want to mess up a perfect plan, introduce three children to it. They will mangle it to the point you will no longer be able to recognize it.

But we make it happen, 365 days a year. Sometimes things go really smoothly, and sometimes they are a total mess. Many times I laugh, and occasionally I cry. But in the end, it is a wonderful life. God gives me the strength to push forward and be the best mom I can be.

I am still in the process of learning to create a balance. When is something important? When is it ok to let things go? In fear of dropping the ball (which I have done) I often make everything important, but I'm learning to keep my sanity, sometimes I have to say "They are just going to drag those toys out again tomorrow, I might as well get five hours of sleep instead of six."

So this post is pretty boring, but guess I needed a spring board for future posts. I will be sure to keep it up though, it will be #103 on daily list of things to do.