It Takes A Village

I’ll be honest with you. Life with 3 kids is easy. It’s easier than it was with just one.

But before you hurl that mouse at me, just listen. People ask me all the time how it is I am able to manage 3 kids, a full time job, and all the crafty things I like to do.

First of all, it’s not always as it seems. I have a HUGE support system.

Second of all, I am not afraid to ask for help.

Lastly, I am crazy. It is certifiable. Just ask my therapist;)

Monday was a classic example. My baby-sitter let’s me know Sunday night that she won’t make it in to work on Monday because her son is sick. No biggie. The girls (I have design help now!) and I can handle it.

Except I forgot that Monday was Earth Day and we get to have lunch with Cole at his school and then we get to plant grass right after. Super fun! with 2 little ones and an easily frazzled mom!

I show up to school with Chick Fil A in hand and am reminded by another mom that it’s Earth Day and there was a letter sent home that encouraged us to bring lunch in a recycled container rather than a paper bag and cup. Guessing that styrofoam cup ain’t gonna fly:/ Thankfully she has a reusable grocery bag she lets me hide it in. Then she helps me tow the two littles around the school until my husband gets there.

We survive the morning and return home to a wonky top deadbolt. I manage to lock it, you know, for safety. It’s the really high one that helps the small ones from unlocking it and running away from this madhouse I call home.

Doorbell rings. We’re not expecting anyone so I ask who it is. No answer.

I walk around to a window and discover a man’s face plastered to our dining room window peeking into our house! Panic sets in. I notice he has a flyer in his hands. Our house is on the market and he has his family get down to see if I can show them around.

I go to unlock the door and the top bolt breaks. In the locked position. Now I’m locked into my house. With my kids. Who are c-r-a-z-y.

(Just kidding! My kids are the best. – Most of the time.)

I open the garage door to talk to this man (and his family). I know what you’re thinking: “it’s not safe!”. But talking to him through the door was getting really awkward. Besides, I had the girls there and I yelled at one of them to grab a knife since the tazer was uncharged.

The rest of the day goes a little more like that. Taite spits up on me a few more times that day which require a few more outfit changes. Ellie manages to climb on my desk and grab my scissors at which point she sees me see her. She laughs.

Oh no she didn’t!

Except she did:(

I sprint into the office to grab her, she hops off the desk and makes a run for it. Did I mention she has scissors in hand?

I haven’t gotten much work done, Mondays are the craziest day of my week. Before I know it, it’s time to pick up Cole. Except that even with the girls there helping me I didn’t do my part so I’m still behind. So I call in Grandpa “Bop” and my friend Audrie to swoop in and save the day.

Yet again.

Audrie gets Cole from school and walks with him to her neighborhood where Bop meets her and picks up Cole.

I wrap up my day at 7:00 pm that night. At which point my husband has to take the packages to the McAllen post office for their late pick up. (Did you know you have until 8 to have your mail shipped that day in McAllen – too bad I live in Edinburg).

Yeah! Monday night this Mommy had a beer. And pizza. And the only reason she survived it was because of that whole bunch of people she leans on for support. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! to all those people in my life who help keep my little “village” afloat!

Who do you have in your support system? How often do you call on them? Is asking them for help easy?