“And I’d like to welcome back a mother of three..”
This was brought up in a meeting I attended yesterday at work. What follows are my honest-to-Jeebus thoughts, in the order they occurred.
Three kids? THREE? Geez, who has THREE kids? Are they trying to build their own football team?
Wait, three kids? I think I have three kids now.
Holy crap. He’s talking about ME.
I am at my desk right now. At work.
I have no carseat in my car with which to pick up the youngest child.
I might as well be a brand new parent, for all of the stuff I’ve forgotten.
Vinnie had his first day at daycare yesterday. How’d he do? He was great. He slept a LOT. Like, HOURS. STRAIGHT. And then was up from 10 p.m. till 2:15 a.m. – I think, because at 2:15 a.m. I just gave up and put him in his crib and then passed out – and then was up again at some point because Bryan had just put him down at 5:20 when my alarm went off. And the child was still awake.
Since this is NOT my first child, I have the benefit of knowing that this does get better.
But man. MAN. It better improve quickly.
Tony is having some emo moments, where he’s clearly realizing that he’s no longer the baby of the family. While I’m exhausted and crabby, I can’t help but be heartbroken over his adjustment.
He’s such a sweet soul, guys. One day last week, daycare called because he had asked to go to the office and speak to the administrator, where he put his hands on his head and said, “I just need to go home now,” while sobbing.
BREAK MY HEART.
And I think that there’s no good way to prepare a child for a baby, because you know what? Babies are downright boring. They don’t do ANYTHING right out of the womb, outside of noise disruption and dirty diapers. So poor Tony had such ideas of all the stuff he was going to teach his baby brother, and then lo and behold, said baby brother is barely a sentient being.
We’re all adjusting, so I’ll give him time. (And maybe some extra attention.)