How it can be Monday morning already is beyond me, weekends just go way to fast. Jeff and I took the big boys to the cottage this weekend and it was wonderful. Quite amazing the difference between two and three kids. You know all those people who say "what is one more" "things are crazy anyways adding another child makes no difference" well they are wrong. I used to think in these terms, I mean my kids are a lot of work so what is one more I am already tired, right? Wrong.
Having only two kids for a day this weekend seemed like a breeze, we were able to relax and actually enjoy our time. Now add in the third and things become chaotic, the combination of all three is stressful. It is so funny how I thought Trex and Pace were a lot of work and exhausting but now when I just have them it is much easier. I am sure if we have a fourth I will say this same thing about three, it is all what you get used to.
When we pulled into the driveway late Saturday night with two over tired kiddos, a huge fallen tree laying across our driveway and me in terrible pain from yet another round of mastitis my husband was convinced we were being punished for having such an enjoyable day. It did seem a little ironic but the fun definitely out weighed the not so fun.
My mom emailed me a pinterest idea to do with the boys for the rest of the summer. She knows I love to be organized and planned even in the midst of craziness so this idea appeals to me. Last summer I planned weekly themes, projects and field trips which the boys and I loved. Although I had high hopes of that this summer little Brenner B has put a pause on those plans. Each Monday I briefly think we should do a theme but then I am exhausted and somehow between the crying, playing referee between the big boys and household chores I can't get it together.
This fun idea though is inspiring me, even if we don't do it every day or week it is a good goal. This morning we decided to combine Monday and Wednesday since there is a holiday this week. Trexen is in love with oatmeal and this morning over breakfast asked if we could make oatmeal cookies. So I pulled out all the ingredients and the baking began. Of course my two are true boys and really only care about the finished product to eat and not all the measuring, mixing and learning.
Either way though they enjoyed it and I feel a sense of accomplishment. Now what to do with them for the next eight hours...