So the calendar on my wall is now filled with little markings like #1 BM, #2 BM and #3 BM. I have had to start keeping track of when my kids poo. I was already keeping track of when Georgia went because of her going 4-5 days without going poo (which seems to have passed now...she's been going every day for the past week or two, and sometimes 2-3 times a day). I started with the other two girls because for some reason Gwen went 3 days without pooing, and that worried me a bit, so I started keeping track of her. Then I just figured that if I was going to keep track of Gwen and Georgia then I might as well do it for Grace too. Oh the joys of parenting!!
Lately things have just not been going as well as I would like. Every night I go to bed feeling like a bad mom, and some nights it gets me crying. I never expected that it would be so hard having 3 kids under the age of 4. Gwen doesn't even start Preschool until the fall, so I don't even have that kind of a break during the day. It's me and the girls from about 6 in the morning (when Robbie leaves-if I'm lucky, the girls won't be up yet) until sometime between 5 and 7 at night. Top that with it being winter and the kids getting sick and we are stuck in the house most of the time with no one to talk to but each other. It's been hard...and things feel like they're in such a strong routine that I just get tired of doing the same things day in and day out with no interaction with an adult all day long. So, because of this (and the fact that I think I might have a little postpartum depression) I have been a bit short with the girls at times and kind of unhappy. Add on to that all the guilt of being short with the girls, feeling unhappy when I know I shouldn't, and not having more time to do things with the girls like I used to. I also have felt guilty for not being as good of a mother as I should because Grace screams bloody murder at me when she gets mad or in trouble, and Gwen has a whole slew of things she says to me (I hate you, You're stupid, I don't love you anymore are a few-and where in the world did she pick these things up?). Heck, I feel guilty when I let the house stay a disaster in order for me to do something for myself for an hour.
I told all of this to my friend Kim, and she lent me a book called Toss the Guilt Find the Joy and it's been helping. The past two days though have been really bad ones, and I really needed to vent about everything that was bothering me and how awful I felt, and decided to write in my journal. It's been a while (2 years-how pathetic) since I had written, and boy did it feel good. I had forgotten how good it felt to just sit and write-I love doing it and it's such a release for me. So hopefully that will help on the really bad days. And there are bright points in my days-Grace giving me hugs randomly for no reason, Georgia smiling and cooing at me, and Gwen's funny little thoughts (Disney channel is having a Hero movie marathon on Saturday which consists of Aladdin, Mulan, Tarzan and Hercules. Every time she sees Zeus in the commercial talking to Hercules about what it means to be a hero, Gwen yells out, "It's my Heavenly Father movie!!" Aparently Zeus looks like Heavenly Father.). Hopefully as Georgia grows bigger and becomes a bit more independent things will get easier and I'll be able to do more with the girls and more for myself (and I need that to just feel like a creative, thinking human being instead of a mindless cleaning machine). I just keep telling myself that I am trying my hardest, the Lord knows that, and each day to just continue to work on bettering myself. Tonight will be the first time that I am going to have to put all 3 girls to bed by myself-Robbie is taking a class down in Idaho Falls that goes from 5 (or maybe 6-I can't remember) until 10 tonight. So hopefully things will go pretty well today and the girls will be good for me.
I really do love my kids, and I wouldn't change my life for anything. I would never want to trade my kids for a different life. They are such little miracles and I am so blessed to have been able to have them and for them to have chosen me to be their earthly mother. My greatest fear is something happening to my kids, and I would do anything to keep them from being hurt. They and Robbie are truly the jewels in my life, and they do bring so much happiness and love into our home. I am very grateful for them. I want to thank those of you who have stopped by or offered to help with the girls. I know I haven't taken most of you up on your offer to help, but with me, I always feel like it's intruding on your time with your kids, and I don't want to be a burden on someone else. It really does break up my week when we've had visitors and when we've gone to play group, so thank you to all who have hosted play group or who have stopped by. It has really helped and been such a nice break for me.