Mason, where do I begin. We have had a rough last few days. I know the sickyness wasn't your fault, even though you puked on the portable DVD player it still works. You layed on the couch for hours and didn't get up, you wispered your choice of cartoon. A little clorox does the trick in the bathroom. Looking back I don't mind the Mason laying on the couch ALL day at all. You see I turn my back for a second and this is what happens.... You refuse to share your toys when other kids come to play but the second I step into the kitchen to somewhat clean, I hear choking from the babies, give you the look and you say "mom I was sharing Ashton and Brinley wanted cheez-its" you just don't know when to share. So I send you out side and you come back with daddy's flowers he just planted in the backyard. I go to lay Ashton down and step away to get the binkie and come back to 12oz of huggies bath soap all over the floor. Didn't know you were following me. Send you out side once again I take a peek out the window and all I see are two little butt cheeks and a stream landing in your dump truck. Ok Mason go up stairs and watch cartoons. You were being a little to quite so once again I came to check and the one door that isn't baby proof because they come in a three pack and I thought six would be enough you found a tube of crest blue sparkle toothpaste and it too is all over the carpet. Lovely. Well I head into the garage to get something out of the car and didn't think it was a big deal to let you follow until I head for the door and my knees are looking at a bottle of windex. Before I could bargan, it was to late, good thing it was berry senceted. We have repainted many times, we have no more touch up paint, you try to calm you brother and sister but really you are choking them when you pick them up, you are trying to be so helpful but the sh sh sh sh was when they were little now it's just noise. And we really needed those teething tablets for the babies to help them sleep, no chairs in sight but you pushed a carseat over and ate over half the bottle. But the best part of all is when I tuck you in to bed a night and you thank heavenly father for your mommy and daddy and the last words out of your mouth are la lue (love you) mommy it's all worth it! I am thankful for my family.
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Wow, sorry. I know what you are feeling sometimes. I hope your days improve
Oh the life of a mother! That's so how I feel many days. But when I check on them as I'm heading to bed, even though it's been one of those days, I am so greatful for them and the cute and non-cute things they do. Hoepfully things get better.
That was Beautifully written. I think I just had 3 panic attacks and then laughed and then cried at the end! Isn't Mason a great big brother?
you are so cute! how do you do it? 3 littles is so much work - and yet you are always smiling. you are amazing!
Yes the joys of motherhood! Mason is a great big brother. Thank you all for your support. Sometimes you just need to vent :)
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