February 5, 2011

When I woke up this morning I thought the gently falling snow was beautiful ….. four hours later I was wondering if it would ever stop.  Where was this in the forecast?  I watched the news yesterday morning and the friendly weatherman  said that they were tracking a weather system moving our way that “will bring a chance for light snow on Saturday”.  I just came in from shoveling our front walk (again!) and I’d say we’ve gotten at least 5 – 6″ of snow today (on top of the 6 inches we had from earlier this week).  Maybe the weatherman has a different definition of what “light snow” means or maybe they didn’t forecast that this system was going to develop to be as strong as it is, but either way I was not too thrilled.  I also am beginning to question the accuracy of the groundhog (Phil, I think is his name) who ironically has predicted an early Spring.   Seeing as how the weatherman has now changed the forecast to gloom and doom (otherwise known as snow and more snow) for the next few days I think that we may have to fire Phil and possibly the weatherman too.  While I’m on the subject I’d just like to add that I am a little disturbed by how excited those weathermen (or women) get about these storms … I, on the other hand, would be much more excited by the possiblity of sunshine and warmth.

Groundhog Day

February 1, 2011

On the eve of Groundhog day Emma came up to me and said, “I sure hope that beaver doesn’t see his shadow tomorrow.”  I was laughing at her comment when Drew came in the room and asked what was so funny.  I told him what Emma said and his response was, “Beaver, oh, she meant gopher.”  I looked at Drew and Emma, sighed and said, “It’s a groundhog you guys … that’s why they call it Groundhog Day.”

When the kids were babies and toddlers and I was at home with them I would often feel like I was in the movie “Groundhog Day” where Bill Murray’s character, Phil, is forced to spend the rest of eternity in the same place, with the same people, doing the same thing EVERY day.  Every morning when he woke up he would hear the same thing on the radio: “Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s cooooold out there today.”  Every morning when I woke up I would hear the same thing on the TV: “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea ?  Spongebob Squarepants!”  There would be the same pile of laundry on the couch, the same pile of dishes in the sink and the same pile of bills on the kitchen counter.  I would have the same schedule as the day before and the day before that and the day before that.  There were diapers to change, kids to feed, and more diapers to change. 

The days would fly by because I was so busy but yet nothing on my “To-Do” could be crossed off.  Dwight would come home for work and ask, “What did you do today?” Was this some kind of trick question?  I couldn’t really come up with much, yet I was exhausted, and all I really wanted to do was to find ten minutes to take a shower.  Maybe I would have felt more productive if I would have made a “To-Do” list that went something like this:

  1. Wake up earlier than expected
  2. Go in the twins room to see which crying baby woke me up
  3. Change Emma’s diaper
  4. Change Ethan’s diaper
  5. Change Caleb’s diaper
  6. Feed the kids breakfast
  7. Clean up spilled milk
  8. Help Drew find his favorite Thomas the Tank Engine train
  9. Change Emma’s diaper
  10. Change Ethan’s diaper
  11. Change Caleb’s diaper
  12. Feed the kids lunch
  13. Change Emma’s diaper
  14. Change Ethan’s diaper
  15. Change Caleb’s diaper
  16. Feed the kids Dinner
  17. Change diapers one last time
  18. Put the kids to bed

That would be a list I could actually cross things off of and feel at least semi-productive. That would be a list that would give me a feeling of accomplishment.  That would be a list that I could show to my husband and prove that there was a reason that I was exhausted and needed a break.  That would be a list that would help me forget that there was still laundry to fold, dishes to wash and Legos covering every inch of the carpet. 

I look back on those days that seemed never ending at the time and think of how fast the kids have grown up.  When you are in the middle of the chaos you feel exhausted and overwhelmed and you wonder if this is the way your life will be for the rest of eternity.  However, once you come out on the other side and the kids are out of diapers, can feed themselves and even start to help pick up their toys you wonder where the time went. 

The other night I was putting the twins to bed and they were talking about what they were going to be when they grew up and about getting married and having kids.  Ethan informed me, “When I grow up I think I am only going to have one kid. Four kids would be too much work and I don’t want to work that hard.” Emma chimed in and said, “That’s OK Ethan  – you don’t need to worry about that because the mommies usually end up doing all the work.”