That's what I want to get put on a t-shirt or tattoo on my forehead. It would explain away so much…like why my hair looks like this. Or why there are about 13 coffee cups in my minivan right now. Or why I am showing up a good 15 minutes later than usual (which is already 15 minutes late) to my daughter's preschool. Or why I showed up to Ashlyn's Mother's Morning Out with a plastic Walmart bag in lieu of a "real" diaper bag (we have several of them – where ARE they when you're heading out the door, though?). Or why my house looked like this yesterday (yes, these are all from the same day):
I have several friends who are currently pregnant with #3. And I want to invite them to my house for a sort of "walk-through" – you know, like the schools do for little preschoolers who are about to enter Kindergarten. A sort of "here's what you can expect" open house for would-be moms of three children. I want them to come over and watch me feed the baby with one hand while prying a medicine bottle out of the two-year old's hands with my other hand while talking to Customer Service at the electric company while gesturing at the five year old with my head to please get me a diaper. I mean, if a trip to Walmart isn't birth control enough, a trip to my house is a close second.
I am actually really enjoying my three. Honestly. I can tell I'm really going to love it. It's just kinda noisy and hectic and messy.