48 Hours Later . . .
Posted By jayna on September 27, 2010
There are two things I’ve always said to the husband when it comes to the subject of having more kids:
“There is no way in hell you’re making me drive a minivan.”
and
“What if we have a boy?!?! I don’t know what to do with boys! I like my girls! What if we have a boy???”
Last week, both of those statements went down in flames. Like, crashed and burned. Hard.
On Wednesday night, I found myself cuddling a sad little boy to sleep. On Thursday morning, I found myself loading four kids into the back of a minivan and marveling at the room! and the ease! and the distance between the carseats! For two entire days I was the recipient of hugs and cuddles and oh-my-god-cuteness from a sturdy little two year old boy. It didn’t kill me. For two entire days, I had a minivan parked in my driveway that I drove. And, this too, didn’t kill me.
I’m still in a little bit of shock.
Of course, it may be more of a shell shock type of deal because, um yeah, I had four kids under the age of four ruling my house for 48 hours. And rule they did. The amount of food and cups of juice and cups of milk and trips to the bathroom and diaper changes and shoes on and shoes off and socks and underwear and lovies and stuffies and sharing and not sharing and oh. my. god.
To every mom of multiple little ones out there . . . serious awe and worship from over here.
When the husband and I came home from dropping the two extra kids off at their house, we stood in the living room and marveled at how much quieter it had become. And we both realized that we actually kind of liked the extra two sets of feet pitter pattering and jumping and stomping and racing around. We had sat at opposite ends of the dinner table and enjoyed the full chairs on each side. We enjoyed the chaos and energy vibrating through the house. The messes were bigger, but the extra hands helped clean it up just as fast. The dinner preparations were longer, but the extra full tummies made it worthwhile. Bedtime took longer, but there were twice the number of sweet goodnights and hugs.
I’m no longer scared of little boys.
Or minivans.
Those 48 hours were full of eye opening revelations . . .
And chaos. Lots of chaos.
(umm, yeah, I know we have a metric ton of toys . . . tell that to the grandparents . . . the room looks so much nicer when you can see the floor . . . at least no one figured out how to break into my sewing area in the back corner there . . .)
There are too many distractions to begin to look for your sewing area!!! I wanna come play too!! Ill bring my 8 year olds they could occupy the lil ones ;) or just play with the baby toys lol
I remember finding out that one of our twins was to be a boy and I was petrified. WTH was I going to do with a boy?!? And now, after having had two, I can say that they are just as awesome as my one girl. Glad you enjoyed the two extra little ones!
Famous last words, my friend. Famous last words.
I have thought boys were easier than girls ever since we had one of each. And I give major props to YOU, girl, for hosting 2 extra kids of that age. Your own kids would be spaced a bit farther apart, making built-in baby sitters. Or at least semi-watchers-of-the-younger.
You survived. Its more than I would have. And min vans are da bomb.