Thursday, August 1, 2013

Survival Mode


This, my friends, is the face of parenting. Yikes.

If you've ever been okay with the smell of spit-up, sought out a dirty diaper by show of hands, or threatened to enforce a blanket timeout because of NOISE, then you know.

{At least I hope you know, or else this post will make me sound real crazy.}

You know exactly what I mean when I say I am in hardcore survival mode. School's a long three weeks away, daycare is closed for the summer, and I'm knee-deep in maternity leave with a newborn + two.

When planning a maternity leave, I always reminisce about my first. Twelve divine weeks of naps, reality TV, and the quietest baby ever. Little Nathan and I bonded during that time, but those three months of freedom also served as a break. A time to unwind, recover, and enjoy this amazing new life.

I napped as often as I could, but that every-three-hour thing can wear on a girl, am I right? I wouldn't shower until Jonathan got home because... well, baby! I had no energy to keep the house clean or the laundry done. During my first days on mama patrol, I was spent.

I had no idea.

Fast forward six years and oh, how the times have changed. If I don't do laundry, the smells of formula (digested and undigested) will fill my home and punch anyone who enters right in the face. If I don't do dishes, the bottles, fruit cups, ketchup-stained plates, and 48.9 million cereal bowls will usurp my kitchen and take control. If I don't tidy up continuously, the toys will cover the carpet and we will all have stubbed toes.

And nobody likes stubbed toes.

I don't know where I'm going with this, but I think that's driving the point home. I'm tired. My shirts are covered in projectile spit-up and my shoulder is covered by a squirmy baby girl. My ears are filled with demands for milk, snacks, and attention and my mouth is full of reasons I can't help. My brain is working overtime to remember last feedings and how long Owen's been "napping" in his room.

I have gone into pure survival mode. It doesn't matter if the kids are still wearing pajamas at dinner. I'm set on accomplishing the basic tasks each day and working toward surviving each other by bedtime.

My daily objectives are as follows:
  1. that all three kids eat
  2. that none of them smell too bad
  3. that I maintain enough sanity to meet those needs.
If I can accomplish those three things, maybe with some laundry, dishes, and the occasional shower thrown in, it was a good day.

PS: To the stay-at-home mamas out there, God bless you in all your infinite wisdom. I'm not saying I couldn't do it. I'm not even saying I wouldn't love to do it. I'm just saying it would take a little more coffee, a lot more patience, and a much bigger square of personal space in the evenings.

PSS: I really do like my kids. I promise. :)

Happy Thursday, y'all!

1 comment:

Tabitha said...

Jessica, you actually look quite awesome in this pic! Trust me ;), there is still a smile on your face (sarcastic as it may be ;))
Remember during survival mode to really zone in on all the smiles and hugs you get - even if it means messy peanut butter fingers all over your finally fresh shirt ;)