My work is just too busy. Going to the gym has been great for dealing with stress and feeling better but it cuts down on the amount of time I can work. I had a mini-meltdown yesterday morning. I know it was mainly because I didn't get to sleep until after 12:30 and then Drake woke up at 4:30 and would not go back to sleep. He woke the other two up and all three were screaming. Bottles fixed that and around 6 am I had everyone fed and changed and ready to go back to sleep. Normally, they all go back down very easily, but Drake was ticked off again and I just started to lose it. By lose it, I mean cry. I just felt all of the stress that I've had every single day since they've been born. The lack of sleep, the worry about how to do this right and do right by my older girls and the babies, the lack of time. I have so little time to do simple things like go to the store or straighten a closet. I get stressed about little things and most days I feel like I'm just going all the time.
The boys were sick for the first time a few weeks ago and that made it more difficult to stay on top of things. Drake had diarrhea and had to be changed two or three times a night for close to a week. Luckily, all three didn't have that. It put me back into that sleep deprived place - not in the same intense, zombie-like state, but closer than I'd like to be.
Once Drake calmed down and the babies were back to sleep, I decided to try to get some work done instead of going back to sleep, but David came in and made me go back to sleep. And, he took care of the babies for most of the day so I could get caught up with work. And, we decided that he'll take the babies twice a week so that I can have more time to get things done.
And, after an incredibly tough morning, we had a great day. I got all of my urgent work done and got to work on minor projects that I need to get done eventually, but don't need to be done now. The babies were all very happy and fun. And, we took them out to pizza and they were wonderful. Last week we took them out to eat for the first time since they were three months old and they were fabulous then, too. We lined them up in three high chairs and fed them crushed crackers. They just soaked everything in and were just interested in everything.
I think it will be our Friday night thing. At least for a while.
Britta is rolling and scootching everywhere and into everything. She is interested in everything and wants to be everywhere. She's very happy and rarely sad (yesterday morning was the first time in a long time that she's been upset). She's a tough little cookie, too. If she bangs her head or falls down, she rarely cries. She is the closest to crawling. She has four teeth. She weighs 17 1/2 pounds. She's little, but healthy.
Drake is not interested in rolling. At all. He loves to sit. He is happy when he is well rested. He loves the girls and gets very smiley and cute when they are around. He is the most interested in eating. He has six teeth now. He weighs 21 pounds now.
Jack is rolling and scootching, but not quite as much as Brit. He loves to rock. He'll sit and rock and scootch his way around sitting up. He has gotten more social in the last few weeks - smiling and making jokes with us. He weighs 23 pounds and is just a huge, happy kid.
They really are wonderful. They take a lot of time, but they are so worth it. Yesterday, David and I were getting them ready for bed and playing with them and we were all smiling and having a great time. I thought how nice it would have been to see a picture of this when I was pregnant. Just to know it all works out. It's not easy, but everyone is healthy and happy and okay.