My phone rang on Monday and I got all excited. It was my mommy friend A's ring. She called earlier than we usually talk and it was a preschool day. Ellie was being fed in her highchair and Muff was happily chowing down on something. As soon as the phone touched my ear, Muff and Ellie started playing and laughing. After a few minutes Muff left the room. It wasn't long before she was yelling for me to wipe her bottom. Because I'm a good mom I yelled, "Wipe it yourself". She chose to spend the next ten minutes yelling, "COME WIPE ME". Then Ellie started crying.
After I finished my phone call (yes, I made her wait) I went to the bathroom to check on her and she had only peed. I reminded her a) to be quiet when mommy's on the phone and b) I don't wipe pee pee bottoms.
So...my phone conversation with A was cut short and I finally called her back yesterday. We talked and talked until her big boy, C, needed her. We can't have a conversation over the phone without one of our four combined children needing us.
Last night, I wanted to go to the pharmacy to get a pumice or something to help with my horrible feet, but it didn't happen. There was a baby to feed, dishes to wash, a kitchen to clean and husband that wanted to talk about his day and the beach. Then there was a husband that needed to do his homework, a baby that was fussing and a big girl to bathe. Then came two little girls that needed to go to bed. It seems never-ending.
At least a few times a day I think, "I can't wait to____". Usually the blank is filled with shop alone or sleep. I'll do both when I'm older, I guess.
The truth is, these are the days that I'm going to miss the most. Sometimes I just want Baby Ellie to crawl and get all of her teeth so that she'll stop fussing. But then I'll have no more babies.
I read MckMamas blog today and found out she was pregnant. I'm jealous. But I'm also finished. If anyone would have ever told me that two wouldn't feel like enough, I would not have believed them. My friend A and I talk about this all the time.
Big Daddy is SO content with two. Two little girls. Two pink shotguns. Two college funds.
We talk about how three would make us want a fourth bedroom (because Big Daddy must have his bonus room) and a minivan and we'd never get to have a beach house or a date night for goodness sakes.
So...on certain days two is enough and other days I wonder how we could not have three.
There aren't plans for any more McMillan Miracles but please enlighten me...how do you know when you're really done???
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