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pensmama87
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When my youngest was first born, I had a lot of people ask how many kids felt “the hardest.” Since I had such an easy delivery and recovery with him, it felt natural to say “two.” And for the first bit, three was easier than two. My oldest (4) had preschool three mornings a week and napped almost every afternoon. My second son was a very capable, happy two year old. The youngest is definitely the easiest baby we’ve had yet.
But now my oldest doesn’t nap. He’s in kindergarten during the little kids’ naptime, but I’m running errands with three kids in the mornings. The past few days he hasn’t had school (conferences) and I’m about to lose my mind. My middle is three with a vengeance. My youngest is finding his own independence, but he’s still a baby with baby needs. At this point, three is harder. Way, way, way harder. And I’m equipped for it - sorta - and I know it will pass - at least that’s what I hear. I do enjoy the baby/preschooler/kid snuggles, and sometimes even the noise. But sometimes I want to just crawl in a cave and sleep until spring.
I’m not totally out of Babyland yet. I have five years to go until my oldest hits the magic age of 10, although already he really is capable of quite a lot, and I’ve been training him in some kitchen, laundry, and other housekeeping duties. I’ve always been impatient, though (I almost wrote “(name removed by moderator)atient,” ha - there’s a Freudian slip) and I’m running on fumes.
Just venting, I suppose. I know there are people out there with worse troubles than me, and I know this is temporary. But oh, it is hard.
But now my oldest doesn’t nap. He’s in kindergarten during the little kids’ naptime, but I’m running errands with three kids in the mornings. The past few days he hasn’t had school (conferences) and I’m about to lose my mind. My middle is three with a vengeance. My youngest is finding his own independence, but he’s still a baby with baby needs. At this point, three is harder. Way, way, way harder. And I’m equipped for it - sorta - and I know it will pass - at least that’s what I hear. I do enjoy the baby/preschooler/kid snuggles, and sometimes even the noise. But sometimes I want to just crawl in a cave and sleep until spring.
I’m not totally out of Babyland yet. I have five years to go until my oldest hits the magic age of 10, although already he really is capable of quite a lot, and I’ve been training him in some kitchen, laundry, and other housekeeping duties. I’ve always been impatient, though (I almost wrote “(name removed by moderator)atient,” ha - there’s a Freudian slip) and I’m running on fumes.
Just venting, I suppose. I know there are people out there with worse troubles than me, and I know this is temporary. But oh, it is hard.
