Unexplored Territory

Saturday, June 03, 2006

One week away from people looking at me crazily

There is something to be said when you can say you have three kids, and when asked their ages, you can say 2, 5, and 7. Yeah, that 5 and 7 sound crazily close, but there IS the technical three year age difference between the last two kids. That lasts about 9-10 months, until that last child has her birthday. In like, a week.

3, 5, and 7. Yes. It SOUNDS like I was crazy, but really, there was one month when the Door Man had turned two that I wasn't pregnant. Ok. More like 2 weeks. What is really fun is when the Door Man turns the next year, and there is only ONE year between the Man and Queenie. Then I can say 3, 6 and 7.

Was I crazy to have them that close? Was I crazy to have three kids, and not go for that fourth so we don't always have the "odd man out" syndrome? I should have gone for that fourth kid, I think. Then I would have a legitimate excuse to voluntarily commit myself.

But now that we are getting close to the wonderful threes for the Chandelier Monkey, it is hard to imagine going BACK to that time of waking up at 1 to feed an infant. I wake up at 1 with THESE kids; I couldn't imagine adding another one in the mix.

I think that is why I am SO excited about my niece being pregnant. I can espouse all of the wisdom that I have accumulated during three pregnancies that yielded all sorts of medical issues from pre-eclampsia and bedrest, to having a child with cataracts, to having a child who was so overdue that she aspirated her fluid and didn't breathe for what seemed like the first five minutes of her life.

My niece will be the one to experience the sleepless nights at the end of her pregnancy. She will be the one to experience the labor and delivery. I can just watch, and then HOLD that baby, and diaper him/her, and help her when she needs help. It is all of the benefits of having one, and then sending them away to keep their parents up at night. It is like having grandchildren!

So as much as I would have loved to have given this family a nice, even number, I would have been crazy. or gone crazy. Or something.

So here's to the countdown to the Monkey's third birthday, that will be shared with the INLAWS because, you know, we HAVE to have that damn garage sale next weekend. This will be the first time that we will have one together, and I don't think I can stomach my FIL sticking to his guns and pissing people off every minute of the sale.

Maybe I will start drinking at 8 am when the doors go up.

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.