This is what I find myself saying most often lately. Daily, I am taken off guard and thrown for a loop with these monsters (I say with sincere love). Over half of my life has been spent taking care of children in one setting or another and now having a degree in early childhood...I am convinced I know less now (about kids) than I did when I was 13! How exactly does that happen?!
Oh...that's right...because kids are Cuh-rAAAzy! :-)
It's all good, don't be misled. I love my job and adore my life. It's just exhausting. I only had ONE kiddo this weekend and it made me realize once again, my Mom was right.
One is hard, two isn't really much of a change but three will ROCK YOUR WORLD! Four, people think you've lost it and you have. Five...game over. Six...by this time you have an older one (or two) to help with the little ones so your not suicidal. Seven...It's cool, we got this. Eight, are we really still keeping track? Nine...we are so tired...who even cares anymore?!
And this is where God reminded her, He wouldn't give her more than she could handle :-P
For the goobers questioning...NO. I am not preggo. My older sis and lil bro are, well his wife is. Not I said the cat!
Axel is a fabulous boy...when he is occupied. When his sisters are home or friends are here, he really is SUCH a good kid. But when it's just Mom and Dad, not so very much. We love him...but man, that kid has the McCormick temper like nobody's business!!! I'd say maybe we should have another to keep him busy... Or NOT?! Two of those McCormick boys...Umm, yeah I'm good thanks! ;-P
As I bang on wood and silently beg God not so play a cruel joke on me...
I say with all the confidence I can muster...
I'm good with three.
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