Three is hard.
I love it- but it’s hard– I’ve not been able to keep up on everything and sorry to say my blog has been kinda, well really, low down on the list lately-

So to all who’s asked questions- I’ve heard ya and I promise I’ll reply soon, and those who have featured me– thank you thank you so much– I’m trying to get there and post what I need to post. Soon I promise

Anyways back to three
I swear I’ve lost all my memory- I can’t even seem to have a conversation where I don’t lose my train of thought at least once while having it. Anyone else experience this?
And the postpartum rollercoaser– Come on!– I swear one day I’m to the point of being insanely giddy and chatty cathy, to the next being so depressed that I don’t want to hardly talk and nothing seems worth doing I’m waiting for the normal me to return– so’s Dave
But so far the hardest part of having three is the learning not to be the Mrs. Control it all.

See I make lists– Lots of lists– lists all over the place– we’re list happy over here—come join the makin lots of lists party..

and for some reason I receive such satisfaction crossing off those little bullets– It’s my secret addiction– I can’t wait to cross them off– Oh the sweet bliss I get when I slowly cross out that line
but well having three has made that list crossing off so SLLOWWW– if I get one or two done a day it’s like hallelujah let’s do the happy dance

And the house cleaning and staging( cuz’ we’re trying to sell our home now)–

well it’s taken awhile– (Dave left this for me in the dust one morning to my defense I had just sanded all the doors in our house to paint them when this occurred

Than there’s the dressing and care of the kiddo’s

Brynley for sure has had quite the unique choice of outfits lately, and I’ll admit the lunch meal has pretty much been replaced with “Just eat whatever you want and can reach” and Dave of course has had to help a lot lately– course he’s just amazing like that and always helps usually.

Of course these are the joys of motherhood– and really the blessings. I’d say they far outweigh the cons,
but when your feeding the baby and you’ve just cleaned the house spotless, (and I mean cleaned- cleaned all day and all night so that there is not a speck of dirt or clutter) and you hear your kiddo’s whispering in the kitchen “shh- don’t touch anything– don’t tell mom” Your patience is really tried—

due note they are still alive– I didn’t kill them– I remembered that having them is more meaningful to me than a clean house– but it was touch and go there for a moment

Oh the joys of three– please say I’ll get the hang of this eventually cuz I haven’t even mentioned the shopping– we won’t go there on this blog– it’s a very very dark place- and this blog is very PG eventually though right? Right?