So what's it like to have three kids...

So four months into the actual life of a mother of three and what is it like? Well, it's not so bad. Some times I actually have to stop and count all three of them to realize that there's three. I know I'm just looking at things optimistically right now, it will be harder, and probably just more and more so as time goes on, but right now it's ok. There are definitely days, bad ones, and moments where I realize three to one is not good odds when you're the one and in charge. Let's create a scene. Nick is crying and fussy. He's hungry, possibly, well he's been on the boob for what feels like half the day, but it calms him eighty percent of the time so that's a good answer. What ever you do, breastfeed or not, you are not allowed to set him down because that's when it gets louder, more fanatical, and longer to calm him. So baby attached to self (bouncing- never stop bouncing), and then Carter is hungry so he found some food. Food- could be left over unfinished sticky syrupy waffles from breakfast that he's now feasting on the floor (note to self that it will be stepped in later and sticky feet will result), or it could be un unopened bag of snack food, cereal, cookies, you name it, that he's pretty much ripped to shreds without opening or has mushed and crushed the contents making it undesirable to open ever (unless you plan on getting some cleaning experience for the housecleaning position that you're overqualified to work- from having three kids of course). And so find Carter some food that will not induce too much bad nutritional option guilt, take away attacked, decimated item, and realize that you still haven't eaten breakfast. Don't forget about baby, you should probably try feeding him now to see if that will help. And then Morgan appears and she's looking at you with the crooked head tilt that is required by much too long bangs (trying to grow those suckers out!!!), and whining that she can't find a toy, the cat is bugging her, and hey- she's noticed Carter has food and she wants some too. You look past her at the mess she up and forgot about that you'll have to walk over to sit and feed the baby, the food that Carter is eating the last of that Morgan shouldn't have anyways and wonder how you'll explain this to her without inducing a fit, and just scream some obscenities at her, demand she cleans her toys, go sit on the couch and feed the baby while ignoring the Carter mess that will have to be cleaned later and sigh. Sigh. That's all that's left in your being for the moment.
Then there's the time that both Carter and Nick are taking a nap simultaneously! and Morgan is sitting quietly reading books to herself and you get a moment to realize that your house is full of well behaved, lovely, adorable children who love you unconditionally (well as long as you feed them), and life is good. Or the time that they all make each other laugh, or work together, or hug and kiss one another. Life is sweet with three kids. The best thing is that in no time at all, when Nick is more of a presence in the house hold (and not just my breast), there will be an insane bustle about the house, and then one day I'm sure it will all get very very quiet when they will have grown and left us with the support system inherent in having siblings.
As having three kids becomes more and more a drain on my self and my parenting patience, at least they have each other for those times mama goes crazy and is unreasonable, irrational, and just plain 'ol not responding to mama. At least then, when mama doesn't wanna be mama, there is always brother or sister. And yes, repeating to myself, soon enough sister will be able to pour cereal, and then brother will be poo-ing in the toilet, and mama will be able to have her non mama moment... whooo hoo....

Three kids is a zoo! And soon enough a self sustained zoo. Grow children grow!