Saturday, May 22, 2010

More and more kids!

If I thought being a mother of three was difficult, being a mother of five is definitely more difficult. At least, that was how it seemed last night! My sister-in-law who is nearly nine months pregnant, called last night to say she was in labor and needed us to take their two girls. The oldest one turned six in January and the younger one is only two months younger than Cody, so she'll be four in a week. It was Cody's T-ball night, and we did not find out about this situation until supper time, so things got pretty hairy pretty fast! We got the pizza ready, but the girls were not hungry because they don't normally eat until 6 p.m. and we had to do supper at 5 p.m. in order to get Cody out the door on time for his T-ball. So, we ate first with the intention to feed them later. Then I ran around packing up Cody's stuff so Mike could take him and I would hold down the fort. Once they left, the girls wanted to play some Wii, so I got them set up while Micah cried impatiently, having been ignored for a long time already. I was trying to clean out Micah's room so they could sleep on his floor, which sounds like no big deal but his clothes were in piles everywhere because it was one of those times when I needed to go through and cull the stuff that no longer fit and also the more wintery clothes to make room for his summer clothes that fit. That took a while, and I had to barricade Micah in there with me while the girls played Wii and Jamie watched in the living room. Sounds like no big deal, but time was marching on and it was getting to be almost the boys' bed time before I even ran a bath for Jamie and Micah.

I got them bathed, carefully making sure none of the traditional streaking occurred. Oh, meanwhile I was trying to get them to eat. One of them had already eaten at some point during all the activity, but the other one had a tummy ache and did not want to. She still insisted she wasn't feeling well so I left it because I didn't have time to feed her anyway. Then I got the boys dressed and put Micah back down in the exersaucer, where he cried some more. I tried getting my niece to eat again. She sat at the table, but did not take a single bite of her food. No matter, I was running from one end of the house to the other setting up beds, organizing clothing, vacuuming the floor in Micah's room to make it nice in there for them...I was literally dizzy from pivoting back and forth so many times.

Then I ran a bath for the girls. I gave them a bubble bath and let them do it on their own, seeing they were a bit shy about me going in there with them. That was fine with me. Micah was desperate to have some milk and I just couldn't sit with him when all that chaos was all around. Jamie got extremely hyper and ridiculous, which was funny, but added to the chaos. I was trying to do dishes among all this as well.  When I finally hit the breaking point I called Mike to see whether he was almost home and he was, which was a good thing because somebody needed to hold Micah so I could start my diaper laundry and get the girls out of the bathroom, which was a feat in itself. Then, I gave them a snack of cheerios while running around doing last minute details. When Mike got home I found out he had taken Cody out for ice cream. WHAT??? Grrrrrrr. Not because I wanted ice cream, but because I needed help!!! Every five seconds someone would ask for something and I would have to say, "Okay, you'll just have to wait one minute for that. I'll be right back!" and then run off to do something else. I can't even remember what!

Our boys are supposed to be in bed by 7:30 p.m. every night. The girls were supposed to be in bed by 8:30 p.m. at the latest. Nobody was settled before 9 p.m. and the girls were awake until 10 p.m. Then, Micah had to sleep in our room in a play pen because his room was occupied, so he freaked out. Poor baby. He was right beside me, but I guess he felt insecure because he didn't know what was going on. He had to fall asleep on my lap. I don't know what time Mike and I got settled. Close to midnight, I think. After 11 p.m. for sure. Then, Micah went nuts on us between 12:30 and 1 a.m. and I didn't know whether to pick him up or not because I thought he'd lay back down and go back to sleep. He did not, and by the time I picked him up we heard the sounds of crying in the background. I knew it was not Cody. It could have been Jamie, but I was guessing it was one of the girls. I was right. The younger one was in the hallway, hysterical. She was crying so hard she couldn't even talk except for one word every few minutes. Mike had to deal with her because I was settling Micah. It turned out she had just misplaced her "kitty", which we have fondly dubbed "the rat" because that's what it looks like from being so well-loved. Trust me on that. Once Mike gave it to her she went right back to sleep...until 6:20 a.m. That's when I heard her little voice outside our door saying, "Auntie Cheryl, is it okay if I get up now?" to which I responded, "No." It was definitely not okay, and I didn't even want to answer her for fear of waking Micah, who was only about two feet away from me in the play pen. At about 6:35 a.m. she asked again. I again insisted she go back to bed. Within about ten minutes, all five of them were awake. Oh my word.

So, today has been a day of napping and grouchiness, though considerably less than I expected. Oh, hehe, and here's the clincher. The labor was a false alarm. My poor sister-in-law is already nearly at the end of her rope and she ended up coming home in the middle of the night, baby still safely tucked inside her belly. Well, for us, the whole thing was an adventure, and the kids had an absolute blast. It was kind of a new auntie experience for me, as we have never had any kids sleep over here without their parents before. It was fun. Yes, we're tired, but the lack of sleep was not that much worse than a normal day around here. The hardest part for me was trying to juggle four of them by myself. A six year old, two four year olds and a baby all at once. Wowsers, that was hard!

Now it has been pouring rain all day and the worst part of my day was discovering that Jamie has ruined my Super Mario Brothers Wii game. I had barely gotten started on it, and it's about a $60 game. It was fine two days ago. Apparently he did it this morning. I have been keeping it up high, but I guess I blew it  and forgot to put it up the last time I used it. I know it's ridiculous, but I'm kind of depressed about it. I rarely ever get to play games, but now when I want to I won't be able to. He also ruined my Super Paper Mario, which I was not finished with, and my Prince of Persia, and I think Super Mario Galaxy might be ruined too. Altogether that is about $210 of damage.

So, I better go. We have a roast in the oven and potatoes need to be peeled and cut. The sun is now peeking out, though our windows are streaked with rain and the view out our front window looks like an impressionist painting. Cody just woke up from a nap which I forced on him. That's the first nap he has had in as long as I can remember. I hope it won't wreck our evening. I'm off for now.

1 comment:

candy said...

I how I do detest false alarms. Especially if you are 100% convinced that it is time! I hate getting so excited and ready to see baby and going home, still having to wait it out. But for you, it turned out to be an adventure which is cool. It sounds like you and your boys really enjoyed the girls. And I agree, more kids is harder work. Someone told me that 2 was the hardest and 3 would be easier, HA HA to that. Three is more work and more difficult. Now that Kiah is 8 months, I am filanlly getting into the swing of things, just in time to have another bundle of joy in October. I am going to enjoy my nights of undisturbed sleep until then. My good friend had 8 kids and so when they go on a holiday some of them sleep over, and the hardest part is knowing that I have a kid that is not mine, so that always ups my stress level. I am happy to have them and happy to say bye bye. Once again I LOVE your blog, I enjoy reading it emensley and it puts a smile on my face EVERY time I read it. I will have to thank Heidi for telling me about it. Sorry about your game. Once my 3 year old broke a 150 dollar friut bowl at my friends house, what a bummer! Love ya!!! Have a good one!