Somewhere between Lexi's birth and our arrival in Paraguay I have lost all control. Who's in charge? I'm not sure. I feel as if having three kids under the age of 4 is the same as having eleven children! (I'm probably wrong.)
Once you're outnumbered, you're outnumbered.
In order to maintain some sort of sanity I've quit doing many things.
1. Making the bed.
2. Blogging, editing photos. (I do a little bit whenever I can. It's rare)
3. Sorting laundry. It all gets dumped in at the same time.
4. Fixing my hair
5. Leave the house (again, very rare)
6. Looking at the clock for midnight feedings. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know.
Here's what I am doing:
1. Setting the breakfast table the night before
2. Planning our menus a whole month in advance
3. Only allowing one kitchen helper per night, the other two get Blankie Time. It's all I can handle.
4. Exercising and taking naps.
5. Unpacking, organizing, sorting, storing...still.
6. Facebook. It's how I keep in touch the world.
Maybe things will calm down, maybe I'll finally get my footing someday, or maybe it's just chaos from here on out.
I didn't realize how hard moving across the world with two kids, traveling all over the East Coast with two kids and a pregnant belly, moving across the world AGAIN with three kids, moving across the country with three kids, would be.
It's taken it's toll on me and I dream about sleeping. Or maybe reading. Or maybe just some quiet.
But for now, it's messy beds and ponytails.