Life or something like it....

       So this is it I guess.....the begining of the I-will-never-have-another-baby blues. And who owuld have thought I of all people whould have got it. I mean most of the time I don't like the kids unless they are sleping and even then the snoring gets to me (just kidding they know I love them). But really, I was so happy when my smallest learned the art of the potty. All I could think was "Yeah no more wiping behinds." And I really cherish the sleeping all night part, the first thing I missed when I became a parent. But as I look back on it now, I think of the middle of the nights just the two, sometmes three of us, up for a feeding as we looked at the stars and I made them listen to the dreams I had for them. Or the times when, being a single parent, they look up at you with their biggest no-teeth grin, that says "You made me and I made you the best." and you know it is true? Or how about the soft sweet smell, after a bath, as they lay snuggled up to your chest, both of your hearts beating in the same place? Actually, now that I think about it I may be romanticizing it a little. Yes there were those times but they came so quickly and had so many of the not so pleasant ones in between, that I wonder if it evens out. But isn't it thouse times that help you through the others? Isn't the good times that keep you sane when you are in the ER at two in the morning with a cough that won't stop with one and a fever that won't stop with the others? Isn't it those times that make you keep that miserable baby book up to date? I mean who has time to sit and remember every last detail in detail? Not I that is for sure!

       Anyways, back to the problem at hand. What started all of this silliness to begin with is that ignorant sister I have. She has three kids already at the age of 23 and with the last one she had such a hard time i thought she was going to die. Then for the last 2 years since that one she has complained about the extra 60 pounds she is lugging around. So yeah I can see adding another 60 to it. She will be like an elephant yet complain about it! Then her husband is a dead beat (and yes I know I don't have one so I have no right to complain....ect ect.)  so how does she know he will stick around?! Well I do have to give him and her credit....at least this time *fingers crossed* it is his. I give him credit for staying when the other three aren't his. Of course only one cae along after they were married but still it wasn't his, and if it was me I would have been gone! So maybe this is for the best, who knows.

         My "baby" (who tells me everyday she is a big girl) turned three a few weeks ago. Off into the world of big girls she will go, leaving me in the lost land of babyhood all alone. Then my son, the traitor, decided that he was going top up and turn seven this week. He tried to warn me that it was going to happen, that it was approaching fast, but no I just kept believing that he was going to stop at six. Then BAM! There he is two days from seven still sleeping in his silly Spiderman PJ's. I want to wake him to ask him "Don't you want ot stay six? I mean seven is practically grown and then no Spiderman..." but instead I let him lie in sleep, knowing the day soon approaches when he will trade Spiderman for girls and his bike for a car. No I will let him dream his happy little dream while he can.

         Anyways, it is off to nap time in my world. I need the sleep *thank goodness no babies* I guess this is the end of the baby blues, and good riddance.