Before Baby Boy was born, people kept
asking me if I was ready for three kids. I heard story after story
about how the transition from 1 to 2 was so much more difficult than
from 2 to 3. Eight weeks into the chaos and I totally call B.S. on
that. The transition when baby #2 was born was hands down easier than
what this has been.
Maybe
it's because baby #2 came after all of the birthday/holiday craziness
(she was the New Year's baby). Maybe it's because we only had an older
child (KT was 4) to bring baby sister home to. Maybe it's because we've
battled round after round after round of sickness in our house since
the day before I had the little guy.
I
don't know the reason specifically but I imagine it's a combination of
all of the above, with a couple of extra factors tossed in for fun. All
I know for sure is that I feel like I'm treading water. Barely keeping
afloat and looking to cling onto anything that will help buoy me along,
allowing me to rest my weary arms and legs, if only for a few minutes
at a time.
I'm
exhausted. Trying to find the time and energy to keep my family fed,
their clothes clean and myself showered. Any projects I'd hope to
accomplish during this time are piled in a heap on my sewing table. My
goal was to reopen the shop the beginning of January and I'm not sure
where or how I'll find the time to sew stuff for customers.
