For all you regulars out there. I don’t when when or how often I am going to post. I will try but no promises. Life is busy so very busy right now for me, Daniel and the kids.
Having 2 babies is hard, real hard. The weight is not coming off. I am only getting bigger ( no, for real people). I walk with my friend all week, I eat right but still the weight is packing on.. Probably some type of hormone imbalance- But I will have to pay an arm and a leg to the Dr. to tell me that and then she’ll probably say there’s nothing they can do.
I am tired ALL THE TIME! When I say ALL THE TIME, its the truth. I wake up tired, drag throughout the day tired, going walking with my friend tired, and climb into bed tired.
I often think of my dear friend who in the last few months gave birth to a little boy. When she gave birth to this baby, her 4th child, her twins were only 16 months old. I feel for her. I can’t see how she can do it. I can’t imagine how tired she must feel.
As for me, I can barely get through the day with Drew and Berkley. They are 13 months apart and it’s a nightmare on a daily basis. Drew is so active and needs to be on the go every second he is awake. I know one day the kids will be older and I will miss this , but as for now I am just tired.
Having 1,2,3,even 4 kids was a breeze for me. I could keep up, it was just easy!! I know why my mother didn’t ever do anything but “family stuff” She didn’t have time. Time to talk on the phone to friends- yeah right! My laundry is ALWAYS out of control. Right now as I type the laundry is behind me in a HUGE HUGE HUGE pile. And guess what? I don’t want to fold and put it away. I hate laundry. For a family of 8, I need to do about 3 loads of laundry a day just to keep up. (Yes zoey and Jack do their own laundry. might as well type that in, because I know someone is going to ask). I will post a picture of this week laundry below…
When do I have time to wash,dry,fold and put away laundry? Every time I sit down to do it, Drew is in another room making a mess. And if he’s with me he tries to help. Help from a 1 year old is never good. Pretty much all they do is ruin every piece of clothing you fold. Therefore, I need to get up and down to keep him away and that sucks when you have 40 lbs of fat on you. If I were 120 lbs. I would have no problem bouncing up and down chasing him, but I am not. Not anywhere near that number. Not saying that getting to that number is the thing. I don’t care about the number–But I know how good I feel around 130-140 lbs and it’s a lot better than how I feel now. I feel like gunk. Total gunk.

So, I will keep trying to make healthy eating habits. I will still walk with my friend everyday. I will still have loads of laundry to do. I will still chase Drew around the house. I will still play with Miss B. I will still loads 5 kids in the car to go to Zoey’s track meet today. I will still listen to my children complain about their lives,
And I will still be tired…..













