For some reason I find being a mother of three young children completely draining. Does anyone else feel this way, or is it just me?
This morning was just a typical day, nothing unusual. Breakfast was served and all was calm and then all of a sudden. . . . . .
Mess #1
Kennedy decided to feed Jack some puffs--I was ok with this because it allowed me to eat my cereal in peace. Kennedy turned to put away the puffs and the container spilled on the floor and Jack started crying.
Mess #2
Tristan leaned over the table to look at the puffs on the floor and spilled a full cup of milk all over the table which then spilled onto the floor saturating the puffs.
Mess #3
I picked up the crying Jack and leaned over to pick up the puffs container and inadvertently pressed his "spit-up button" and he barfed all over the floor.
Yep, just a typical morning!