When people find out I have five children, I usually get one of two responses:
"You don't look old enough to have five kids!" (I am. I promise...in fact, I am probably old enough to have more than five kids!)
"Wow! You must be crazy!!" (Crazy to have had five children or crazy because of five children, I'm not sure...I've never clarified with them!)
Well, tonight, I came to a startling revelation. Amazing really! (And now you may think I'm crazy too!) Mr. Wonderful and the three older kiddos left this afternoon on their annual Boundary Waters camping trip. A bit of quick math tells you that I'm left home with two. The little two. 3 years and 17 months. I'm sure most people would breathe a little sigh of relief at the ridiculously easy week I have ahead of me, right? I mean, certainly, numbers-wise, two has got to be easier than five, hasn't it?!
No. No, no, no!!! It is not! I had a eureka!!! moment today when I was contemplating a little personal hygiene (aka, a shower) it struck me...who the heck was gonna watch these littles while I was busy? No big brother or big sister to play with and stay occupied...so I rushed...wet, soap, rinse...all while I had a sobbing baby girl standing outside the shower (hey, at least I knew where she was, right!!).
It really, truly was quite the realization. Yeah, five is a lot. And I have often said, "Oh, it gets easier" to those with just one or two kiddos, who are in awe of my gaggle of children...but tonight, I really realized it. It is easier.
And I have a whole week ahead of me. Sigh...wish me luck!