Thursday, June 7, 2012

Six Kids. Zero Brain Power. The End.

I have been trying to write this post for three days now, thinking some great, deep, meaningful thoughts on my sixth postpartum experience might bloom in the deep recesses of my brain, but alas:  I've got nothing.

Yes, I am this mother.  Go ahead and shame me. 
 I am too tired to care.
But I am muddling through with no major calamities or injuries (well, since last Friday, which I still can't talk about), so I suppose that's no small feat.  And the baby is really quite easy.  Sure, she wakes up and eats a couple of times during the night, but since I don't actually LEAVE my bed to feed her, I think I'm getting just as much sleep as when I suffered from pregnancy insomnia.  What I think is difficult is my impeccable timing:  having a newborn the DAY after school gets out - so now I've got all five all the time, plus a newborn.  And it is harrowing to realize that I feel like I am barely managing and I have FULL TIME live in help in the form of my mother right now - my mother who changes diapers, burps babies, plays "volleyball, Memere!  Play volleyball with me!" and pushes toddlers on swings with alacrity.

She leaves in five days.  I am hoping that before this fateful day, I will grow an extra brain, or an extra hand, or acquire an extra offshore account to pay a full time mother's helper.  I am not picky:  I will take a mother's helper in human form - i.e., Mary Poppins - or chemical form - i.e., Percocet, Xanax, Lithium.

I am muddling through.  I just hope through all the muddling I don't forget how freaking lucky I am to have six - SIX! - healthy kids.

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