After a whirlwind beginning to the life and times of our girl, we went back to our life at home. I was a mom of three amazing kids. All of whom needed me. Despite our babies extra care, I still had a home and two older babies who needed mama. So, finding a balance was CRITICAL to our mess. So, we made the decision to move closer to my family. Then came the ungodly process of moving. Can I tell you how much I HATE moving?! August first was decided on as our move in date and it was June. Sure. It may sound like an adequate amount of time, but if any of you have children, you know schedules and time frames mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to them. EVER.
During this process I learned that my children are completely incapable of putting toys in boxes, putting bedding in bags or even taking their clothes out of their drawers. Awesome. Dont worry guys, I got it! 😑
Halfway through this whole debacle I began to be EXTREMELY hungry and unusually tired. Guess what?! I was pregnant!! Of COURSE I was! Why wouldn’t I be! And yes, I know how this happens, and ways to avoid it but here we were. We now faced the challenge of mama being on “light duty”. But somehow with little incident we made it! On the weekend of my birthday, we spent both days running back and forth between our two homes which were an hour apart. We made it. We were home. And I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I really REALLY hate moving.
Maven of Mess 