Tuesday, February 5

slacker mom

Somehow along the way, I've become one without even realizing it. When I had Clayton I was so diligent, so worried, so meticulous about everything. Now I'm lucky if I get fully dressed by noon and the kids eat something healthier than Pop Tarts for breakfast (and maybe lunch, too). Between the family death and the bed rest and the baby and the remodeling, I have found myself apologizing too much and doing far too little.

People always told me that going from two to three children was a big deal, and they were not making that stuff up. KC takes up so little space that you wouldn't think it would make such a difference, but somehow even getting out of our truck now makes me feel like we're in the clown car in the center ring of the circus....people just keep coming out of the vehicle.

The worst thing? My husband now can keep track of details better than I can.

On second thought, the worst thing might be that I kind of like it.

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