A Life With Boys
I wake up every day to a little toddler walking up to the side of the bed, hitting me, demanding me to wake up. It's always unreasonably early. I then spend the next few hours trying to cuddle him into submission. Sleep, PLEASE. As soon as I drag myself out of bed, the boys inform me they are starving and can't do anything else until they have a bowl of cereal. I used to be so against cereal. Start their days off with spoonfuls of sugar... No thanks. Then reality set in and I realized a small bowl of cereal won't kill my kids. In fact it has become their little cup of Joe in the mornings. The rest of our day is spent sword fighting, coloring, mommy telling Levi to keep his clothes on (he's in a naked phase), reminding Liam punching is never ok, chasing Levi because he has something he's not supposed to, throwing food at them, lovingly shoving my kids outside to play, cuddling babies, taking care of boo boos, drinking obscene amounts of coffee, washing dishes, doing laundry, and cooking. Life is crazy around our house.I also spend a lot of my day telling my kids NO, don't do that. Get off that. Don't climb on that. Don't jump on that. Don't hit your brother. Don't bite your brother. Don't pee in the bathtub. Don't eat that. What's in your mouth? Be careful! With three boys, I'm learning to let it go. It's ok if they get hurt. They'll learn. My boys have a lot of energy to get out every day. My house will probably never be quiet and calm. So what do we do? Let it go! Don't worry I'm not going to sing all of our favorite song...Instead of telling my kids to stop doing blah blah blah everytime, I'm going to pick and choose my battles. This means epic forts that take over our living room, jumping off of the couch onto a mountain of pillows, and a lot of wrestling. All of that quality time and the smiles on my boys faces are worth the messy house and chaos.