As a mom of two little boys, I sometimes find myself having those days more often than not. When I do, I frequently turn to veteran moms as well as other friend momswho just get it.
Two nights ago, after a day of frolicking at the zoo [post forthcoming once we do our computer transition], I came home with two didn’tnaplongenough fellas. The rest of the evening was challenging to say the least and once bedtime arrived, I collapsed. Knowing that a phone call wouldn’t work in a small 2-bedroom condo, I opted to “meet-up” with my friend, Christine, via FB chat and found it to be just what the doctor ordered. She too had one of those days.
Every so often, when it’s not one of those days, I take crazy pills begin to think that perhaps our family would be even better with a third baby. On that evening I chatted with Christine, her husband had mushy,
lovey thoughts of a third. I wrote him a variation of this letter.
Dear Mike [or whoever has lately asked about us having a third baby],
As you know, I have two blessings (two small boys the same age as yours}. These blessings brought me to the brink of insanity today.
Your wife gave herself a timeout (but thankfully made sure the children were safe). [I frequently take timeouts myself.]
Babies are babies. They are great. When you are pregnant. And they are contained. Within your womb. And they can’t get out. And we can be delighted by their kicks.
But those babies inside grow into bigger babies. And become whinier. And stronger, And those kicks are no longer delightful, but unwelcome [both to you and to the other brother]. And they warrant a timeout. or the occasional spanking.
In closing, when I lose 100 pounds, regain my sanity and these little babies get a bit bigger, MAYBE I will have another child. Until then, a spoonful of cookie dough!