My kids are home this week because it's shutdown week at daycare. I love having them home, but they really thrive at daycare. They really need that socialization and structure and so I have no problem taking them during the week. Lily stays home, but the "big" kids go. It helps that a very dear friend/relative of mine runs the place, admittedly. But this week they're home and I'm enjoying it. But it's only Monday.
This morning we managed a trip to the grocery...barely...but we made it. Hudson and Averie took their turns "driving" in the car and I wore Lily. They only screamed a handful of times (in cheery laughter, though!) and I had to alert someone to a clean-up in aisle 5 when they dumped about half a bottle of water in the floor. Lily slept almost the entire time, woke up at the end of our trip and looked around for a bit before going back to sleep on my chest. The girl at the checkout didn't give me a choice and helped us out to the car - so thankful for that! I usually turn down the help but I was able to wrangle everyone in their seats this time and it was super helpful.
By the time we pulled out of the parking lot I was ready to swing through McDonald's for lunch because the exhaustion of the grocery trip left me with zero energy to go home and fix lunch. I figured I couldn't be the first mom who spent $100 in the grocery on healthy foods just to run through a drive-thru on the way out, right? I resisted, though, and we had sloppy joes when we got home.
Then it was nap time. Averie was exhausted and went right to sleep. Hudson, of course, finally fell asleep after three hours of "I'm not tired," and "I'll just play quietly in my room," just in time for Averie to wake up. Lily slept the whole time save a feeding break somewhere in the middle of that nonsense. She is the perfect last baby. She's so easy. I never knew a baby could be so easy. If she had been our first baby we never would've been prepared to deal with the other two.
Anyway, I was just sitting here watching Hudson and Averie play nicely together in the living room while Lily slept peacefully in the mamaroo near them while I started dinner. I realized that the woman in the grocery store who told me I've "sure got [my] hands full" probably didn't mean it as a compliment, but I think it is. My hands are definitely full, but then so is my heart.