On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, one wild family of five. Let me just tell you, having three little boys (five and under) is like living in the center of a category five hurricane. You are in the eye of the storm, safe for the most part, but everything around you is being thrown and destroyed.
On the plus side you also have ring side seats to
the most adorable circus.
A few years ago someone directed me to the old Polish proverb, “not my circus, not my monkeys,” but when it boils down to it, these are 100% my monkeys and I have to keep them in tip-top shape. That means everything from breaking up a dozen fights a day to cleaning floors until I collapse.
These little loves of mine have nearly found that perfect balance between driving me up a wall and slowly getting me down off of it. They will throw toys that they begged to play with all around the house and start to kick and slap each other once the toys are gone, but just when I am about to lose all of my marbles they sacrifice one of their own. Someone approaches me, risky move, and says “I love you mommy,” then the anger fades away, it’s a sick cycle and I know they have me under mind control but there isn’t much of anything I can do about that now.
Random, maybe: Our bedtime stories started slipping for a little bit, but they’re back and on top of that bedtime routine, I’ve been introducing a new one. Each night before bed Little M has to tell me something good about himself, then I add something that I think is good about him. The objective is to send him to bed thinking good thoughts so he wakes up feeling 10 feet tall. Baby J is also getting the goodnight compliment treatment even though he can’t exactly contribute to good things about himself, the most I’ve gotten is him telling me his name and age.
On the fifth day of Christmas, I am more than just thankful to have my boys. They have been my strength and my pride for the last six years, forever my reasons to push forward and drive towards a better tomorrow. I can’t imagine being anything other than their mother. The woman in charge of the monkeys.♥
Happy almost Christmas ya’ll and as always, thanks for reading!