Even before we had kids a lot of planning and talking went into my husband and my decision to start growing our family. We thought about if now was the right time, if we were stable employment-wise and financially. We talked about all the important things like who would stay home with the kids and for how long? When did we want to start our family? How many kids do we see ourselves having? We came to these decisions nearly 7 years ago.
I am one of those people that when I put my mind to doing something, I want to learn as much as I can about how to do it, what to expect, what I can do to fix this or that — and this all applied to the whole parenting thing.
I talked a lot to my mom and read stories from other moms about what to expect when a baby entered the world. What it would be like to deal with the sleepless nights, the screaming, the amazing moments, the diapers upon diapers and still … I was not prepared for what I am experiencing.
It is rare that I get to eat a dinner at the temperature in which it is intended to be eaten.
You know, like hot instead of room temperature or cold? By the time I am finished dealing with this or that problem or getting the kids another drink because they spilled theirs on the floor and then having to clean that up etc … etc … my dinner is cold.
And of course on those very rare moments where I can actually sit and eat — those are the times my kids (well, mostly my toddler) decides to eat my plate of food … either in place of hers or in conjunction with her plate of dinner.
I have to hide things or myself somewhere to eat treats just so I don’t have to share with three other people.
Does this happen to you too?
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