Are Three Kids Too Many?

Tim left today for a ‘business trip’ in which he got to go back ‘home’ and see old co-workers and some family.

And don’t even think about trying to find me to rob my house or anything, now that you know this because I have mean, scary neighbors with big guns. I don’t really know this for a fact but this is the South so they must have some guns. So yeah, be scared.

Anywho, I was a little stressed yesterday before he left because this is my first time to do the “just me and my three kids” gig.

I got a little mad at him on the phone, while he was running an errand for me, for no reason really, claiming he didn’t help enough in the kitchen last night, but see… he did. He helped a lot. And he always does, so I was actually upset because I knew that my main and BEST helper was leaving.

Having three kids is hard sometimes. I know some people probably shake their head at my saying that and think, “really, three kids are hard to handle? Nah.” I know some people have more and may even think it’s no big deal.

But. I am not them.

And one of my three is still a baby and demands A LOT of me. The same one that STILL gets up between 4 and 6 a.m. for bottle.

On the other hand, The B Man can do many things for himself. Although. Guess what? I found myself wiping his tushie today. Haven’t done that in a while.

But all of that doesn’t matter. What really matters is how I feel. And sometimes, no matter what anyone thinks, I feel overwhelmed.

I look around and think, “ME, I, ONLY ME RIGHT NOW, is responsible for these three human beings.” And then my mind follows with a “Woah.”

And there are moments when the baby is crying with her nose running and she’s sitting in her spit-up before I can wipe it and the boys are horsing around, and Little G tackles The B Man (yes, it goes down that way) and then hits his head on something and starts cyring.

Those moments, although somewhat amusing after-the-fact, and when everyone is fine, they are the ones that make these feelings come to a head.

But after the crying stops and things are cleaned up and all is fairly calm, that’s when I can stop and realize that yes, they are all of my babies, the ones God has entrusted to me and my husband.

Are there times that I wonder what He was thinking? Sure there are.

And in the grand scheme of things, I know it’s all in the plan and that He gave them to me because he knew I could handle it.

But, there are still those moments…