My wonderful friend Diana asked me a little while ago if she could come over and have a play date with the kiddos. She said she'd bring something for the kids to do AND snacks. Isn't that such a good friend?!? What she doesn't realize is HOW wonderful it is on the days that Mr. Howard is working and I'm home with the three kiddos by myself. It's survival mode when we don't have anywhere to go - because there's only so many hours we can all walk around my 20 x 60 family room and kitchen. "Mama, Aiden's looking at me!"..."Mama, Isabella's touching my stuff!"...."Up! Up!" "Waaaaa (crying because the dog ate Izzy's snack)"..."Dog!!!" (Aiden screams as one of the dogs knocks him over).
I know I always talk about how blessed I am and boy AM I! But can I be honest? It's hard. So very hard with three kids three and under. Sometimes when Mr. Howard calls to tell me he's going to be even five minutes late, I think I might scream. I may or may not even say some choice words to that darling husband of mine that may or may not start with, "Do you have any idea how hard my day has been?!?" I adore my kids; I do. But I only have two arms and sometimes it is near impossible to make them all happy. I joke all the time with my friends that there is always someone in my house throwing a temper tantrum, someone screaming about a dog, and someone else,
perhaps a certain three-year-old who doesn't seem to have an off button - asking me five thousand questions and trying to see if he can break the Guinness Book of World Records for how many times in a single hour he can say, "Mama, watch this!"
If I'm being perfectly honest, I wouldn't change it for ONE SINGLE teeny tiny second.
But, when a friend says she's coming over with snacks and activities and a four-year-old who will entertain my three-year-old, I jump up and down and do my happy dance. And after she brought chocolate frosting to put on vanilla wafers for the kids' snack, Connor also did a little happy dance.