And I honestly don’t feel like throwing myself off of a roof as much as I thought I would. Three toddlers sounds like an absolute nightmare- but really, it’s not that much worse than two. Sure, they feed off of each other and seem to get much crazier than my two alone- but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Especially since my brother comes and gets Preston at nap time, so it isn’t even a full day.
I do have to admit that I am damn glad it’s Friday. It was a long week, and a lot to have to accept and gear up for going from just saying MAYBE to my brother, to instantly being thrown into becoming Preston’s babysitter without even a chance to really mull it over. Though I must not be doing too bad of a job because according to my brother and his baby-mama, Preston talks about coming back over here non stop. So much that he was waiting for my brother to come home one morning at 5:30 and instantly asked if it was time to come here as soon as he walked through the door. Awesome aunt? Check.
Three days a week (and one evening every other week) for just a couple of hours is nothin’, and getting paid in cash every Friday is pretty fantastic too.
Tonight a much needed break is in order, so some friends are coming over for dinner and drinks- and then maybe another friend later to join us in our lame-o card/board gaming ways. This time, i’m not going to end up crawling to the bathroom and puking though. I have finally learned my lesson (and my limits) and am fully aware that pounding drinks is not the best route to go in. I need to be able to make it to the bank tomorrow before noon to deposit my shiny new money into my savings account, and a head thrashing hangover would not be conducive to that.
I-Spy on road trips DOES. NOT. WORK. Here's my "traveling with kids in cars" survival guide holdinholden.com/2017/08/road…
Roads trips with Kids–Here’s what you REALLY need goo.gl/fb/yj96Mw
@selfmademummy I'd explode if I tried
"Motherhood-- the days are long but the years are short" Wrong. The days are long but the SLEEP is short.
If you enjoy working hard to prep a delicious meal only to be told "I'm definitely going to hate that" before it's served, you'll love kids.
it's what I like to call "Resting Mom Face" pic.twitter.com/DmFPcSIZjR
@Abby_NotDead My youngest looked like a cross eyed fish. Adorable now but it was a rough first few weeks 🤣
New babies look like potatoes 😂😂😂 pic.twitter.com/aCbnxRXKQq