I think my husband has a hilarious sense of humor. Seriously. That, and he and God have some grand master plan to rub some insanity into my mind. I'm not sure. However, I have a sneaky suspicion that they are teamed up and working on me as one. I don't have concrete proof, but here are some of my inklings...
1. I did not want children. It was not a desire of mine. I had goals and plans and ambitions. Children would have gotten in the way of all of those. I just was not all that psyched about giving up what I wanted to do, in order to care for someone who would do nothing but drain me. In response to this, my husband knocked me up on or around our wedding night (God's work here was this: I was declared "infertile" and "unable" to have children).
2. After having my firstborn, and grieving my goals and plans (I am a 100% or nothing kind of person. I just could NEVER do the work and be a mom thing. It's too loyalties divided for me...), the lobster began his campaign for baby #2. I was adamantly against it. I was content with our one miracle amazing child. I was not digging the idea of having any more. God did not bless me with the whole forgetting-how-horrible-labor-and-healing-was thing. I remembered all of it in its gory and awful glory. I wasn't scared off, I just wasn't exactly elated by the idea of giving so much of myself in order to just keep on giving to another creature. Call me a negative nancy, but I just wasn't one of those I love babies people. After much begging and convincing, I relented and said we could start "trying" for baby #2. Of course we conceived not one baby, but fifteen thousand. (God's work here was this: the lobster always said he wanted four kids. I said I wanted none. He said we'd let God figure all that out. I said, God wasn't figuring anything out, I was controlling that. God and the lobster won. I lost...as is clearly evident.)
3. After the triplets were born and my whole insane time passed, I began looking forward to the idea of a few hours of freedom while the kids went off to school. It was one of the many things I would say to myself during the 23.5 hour days (literally...half hour of broken sleep...no joke...lived like that for about six months...so when scientists say you can't function or live on less than four hours of sleep I can say with complete certainty that they're full of crap.) just to keep myself going. The lobster announced to me last year that he had prayed about it and I was to homeschool our children. Truthfully, we had been tossing the idea around and I was all for it, in theory, but when push came to shove, I was quite against it. I just didn't want to have to. The decision was made, though, and I had to do what my husband asked me to. I was informed that all of the wonderful things I enjoyed doing during the week days had to stop, and my focus was to become educating our children. Quite reluctantly, I relented. I quit the things I enjoyed and I focused on teaching. There were some extremely difficult days, and a lot of easy ones, but my Lollipop and I made it through year one of educating. I have to admit I wonder who learned most last year (if it was she or if it was me), but never-the-less we seemed to come through it at least mostly without permanent damage. The lobster found it so successful, that he announced a couple of weeks ago that the time has begun to start educating the younger three. Oy vey! (God's part here: He told the lobster it was time to include the younger three...)
So here we are, having completed our second day of homeschooling. I am amazingly able to manage it so far. There was only one temper tantrum today, and the kids were very gracious with me while I cried it out (that was a joke in case you didn't catch it). I am actually excited to get to do this with them. It has really lifted my heart (and my guilty conscience) to see my triplets doing so well. Please forgive me if from this point forward, I begin to speak to you in educator language. It can't be helped! :)
3. After the triplets were born and my whole insane time passed, I began looking forward to the idea of a few hours of freedom while the kids went off to school. It was one of the many things I would say to myself during the 23.5 hour days (literally...half hour of broken sleep...no joke...lived like that for about six months...so when scientists say you can't function or live on less than four hours of sleep I can say with complete certainty that they're full of crap.) just to keep myself going. The lobster announced to me last year that he had prayed about it and I was to homeschool our children. Truthfully, we had been tossing the idea around and I was all for it, in theory, but when push came to shove, I was quite against it. I just didn't want to have to. The decision was made, though, and I had to do what my husband asked me to. I was informed that all of the wonderful things I enjoyed doing during the week days had to stop, and my focus was to become educating our children. Quite reluctantly, I relented. I quit the things I enjoyed and I focused on teaching. There were some extremely difficult days, and a lot of easy ones, but my Lollipop and I made it through year one of educating. I have to admit I wonder who learned most last year (if it was she or if it was me), but never-the-less we seemed to come through it at least mostly without permanent damage. The lobster found it so successful, that he announced a couple of weeks ago that the time has begun to start educating the younger three. Oy vey! (God's part here: He told the lobster it was time to include the younger three...)
So here we are, having completed our second day of homeschooling. I am amazingly able to manage it so far. There was only one temper tantrum today, and the kids were very gracious with me while I cried it out (that was a joke in case you didn't catch it). I am actually excited to get to do this with them. It has really lifted my heart (and my guilty conscience) to see my triplets doing so well. Please forgive me if from this point forward, I begin to speak to you in educator language. It can't be helped! :)
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