If anyone had told me how my life would change when I had kids, I definitely wouldn’t have believed her. Not that I had a wild and crazy life pre-kids. I have never been one to visit “da club.”I always tried to follow my Granny’s life motto- “Don’t smoke, drink, chew, or run with girls who do.” No, my idea of a wild night was going to Kohl’s after work, followed by dinner out, then coming home to sew a pair of curtains and grout the bathroom floor. And I mean that literally. It’s not figurative for anything else. And our dinners were always very succinct, like this NickMom illustration exemplifies:
My life before kids was extremely…..organized. I knew where everything was all the time. Nothing was ever misplaced. I decorated for all seasons. We had themed Christmas trees for every room, for heaven’s sake. Check out the decor behind the hubby and me. Think that would withstand kids?
For those of you who don’t know, now I have four kids- this includes a set of triplets.
Yeah, I saw your double take through the computer screen. And I heard that “How on earth does she do it?” gasp through my wi-fi network. No, I don’t have a nanny or anyone here with me. Yes, my husband works– two jobs. No, I haven’t gone insane yet. But what I have lost is that oh-so-precious sense of order and everything-in-it’s-place. For someone with borderline OCD, it’s freak out time. Want a few examples? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a sneak peek into my mom of multiples, post-kiddo life.
Would you like to have a seat on my doorway resting bench and remove your shoes? Or maybe leave your handbag?
Wade through the triplets’ car seats and don’t knock over the three pound diaper bag on your way there. Anyone elderly or clumsy, just throw your gear on the floor.
Did you know that Babies’ R Us comes here to buy sippy cups and bottles? We have a full selection– one in the cabinet, two areas on the counter, and overfill may be found in the dishwasher.
The best part is the ginormous baby playpen on steroids that is in our living room. We rearranged our entire living room to accommodate this ten-panel necessity.
The crazy disorganization that I now call my own reminds me of a quote by Ray Ramono, “Having children is like living in a frat house.” Well, it’s a truth around here. From complete personal experience, here are Five Ways My House is Similar to Living in a Frat House.
Our day is not complete unless someone has thrown up. Many times over. And on big sister’s new baby doll.
‘Poo’ hits the fan. Literally. And the floor. On a daily basis.
2:30 am isn’t a time to sleep. It’s a time to accomplish the two above tasks.
Someone is always at least partially naked.
Everything is communal. Private bathroom time, clothes, food, undergarments- nothing is off limits. Share one, share all.