Holy Cheeseballs, things have gotten crazy since V started full-time school. Here’s how Tuesday went, for example:
6:45: I am awoken by Rocco at the end of the bed, naked from the waist down, asking me to wipe him. Goooooood morning.
7:00: Everyone else is awake. I make French Toast for the boys, pack lunch for Kevin and V, nurse Leo, get myself plus two boys plus one baby dressed, and help V with his homework we didn’t finish the night before; give the breakfast dishes a dirty look as we head out the door
8:10: Drive to bus stop
8:20: Drop Leo off with his aunt
8:45: Drive Rocco to school; stay a couple hours to help class make pear crisp
11:00: Pick up Leo, nurse him, then pick Rocco up from school
12:15: Lunch at home; play trains with Rocco; Leo naps
1:30: Put Rocco down for nap; try to clean up breakfast dishes; end up hanging out with Leo instead
3:30: Wake up Rocco, walk to bus stop to pick up V
4:00: Leo is fussy so I try to put him down for a nap; he keeps fussing. Realize I don’t think I’ve nursed him since 11. Nurse him, nap him.
4:15: The babysitter comes. I get a quick run in, then shower, then make dinner (macaroni and cheese, summer squash, and edamame)
6:00: Dinner is a little cramped, as the breakfast dishes are still there and no one feels like cleaning them up
6:30: I run errands while Kevin plays with kids. One of them gets bathed; if I remember which two didn’t I will try to bathe them tomorrow
7:30: I return to a house of meltdowns and a frazzled husband and do damage control while trying to get kids into bed. Assure the husband that he is an amazing father (which he is) and the meltdowns are not his fault (they’re not.) (Have you met our son, Rocco?)
8:15: Kids are down. K and I watch TV until we can’t stay awake anymore, which is 8:45.
8:45: Sleep, sweet sleep
8:55: Leo wakes up to nurse. And thus begins another day.
I love almost everything I do during the days—this day, for example, there was time to dance with Leo and cover him with love, to snuggle with Rocco and a big pile of train books, to stop at Starbucks for myself, to run, to sit and chat with Vincenzo about his day, to laugh with Kevin about things the kids said during the day, to admire the sunset over the lake. And while not every day is this busy (I definitely wouldn’t be blogging if they were), looking at my calendar for the week often ends with Kevin standing over me with the vial of smelling salts.
I remember when Vincenzo was newborn and we suddenly went from full nights of sleep to small snatches of sleep and I kept waiting for Saturday to come so I could catch up on all the sleep I missed. Then Saturday came and it was just like all the other days and I realized that as parents you never catch up on sleep. It is as gone. Somewhere in space there is a black hole absolutely BRIMMING with parents’ lost sleep. Someday I would like to grab my blanket and go in search of that black hole.
Since school started a few weeks ago I’ve been waiting for things to settle down so we can get back to normal life–lingering dinners with friends; spontaneous play dates; library visits and trips to the zoo; stopping by the beach for an odd hour or two; seeing the extended family on a weekly basis.
As I was going to sleep last night (for the first time) I realized that it is not going to slow down. Just like we will never get back all that lost sleep, we will also never return to a simpler schedule with the three boys—not, that is, until the kids are grown and gone.
And as I’m not exactly looking forward to that, I am going to do my best to just hang on to this roller coaster, to not be anxious when it starts going up, and to occasionally throw my hands in the air and yell, “WOOO-HOOOOOO!”
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:* and **
Hot dogs and hamburgers
Potato, green bean, and dill salad
Green salad (thanks, M!)
*Actually last night’s dinner; just never got around to posting this
**Making this dinner in September is the chef’s equivalent to wearing white pants past Labor Day