Burnt Toast

I am burnt out.

The daily rigor of taking care of 5 kids has taken it’s toll on me. Things that I once loved to do hold little appeal when sleep is another option. Blogging, tweeting, photography … the list goes on and on.

I don’t know what to do to get out of my funk. Sleep can only help so much and I’ve been trying to get in as much as possible hoping that it will help with my brain situation. Still, I mess up my words and my temper is short.

My nearly 4 year old is suddenly deaf. She either ignores us completely or says “huh?” whenever we answer a question she’s asked. That kid can ask a million and one questions in one day, so there’s a lot of “huh?”ing going on in this house.

My 10 year old has permanent PMS – not premenstrual…. but Pain in Mom’s backSide syndrome. I beg her to talk to her sister (the one mentioned above) nicely, but she can’t help but to snap at her with every word that falls out of her mouth. She’s perfected the stomp and pout as well.

The triplets? Oh dear. They are entering their second month of being a year old and they are constantly keeping me on my toes. Megan and Katie are crawling while Lauren still prefers the scoot on her butt route of mobility. Power cords are like baby crack, people. Babies love to lick and bite and rub those thigns all over their faces. DVDs come in a close second. Each baby knows she’s not supposed to be in the cabinet that houses the DVDs and will even shake her head as she’s opening the door.

The gate went up today. The gate keeps the babies from going upstairs to chase after the kitties. They can say 3 words: Mama, Dada and Meow. They can also so some sort of MA! thing which is them impersonating me calling for Emma.

Even though I am completely burnt out, I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t want it to seem like I hate this life I have craved out for myself. There are days when I wish I could take it all back and have a do over to see if I could’ve somehow made things a bit better.

My life has become a sort of Groundhog’s Day. Day in and day out I know what is expected of me and what I have to do. With the 3 babies I find it completely impossible to leave the house – and that might be part of my issue seeing as Queen’s “I Want to Break Free” goes through my head several times a day.

I’d have some cheese with my whine but I’m lactose intolerant.

God knows, God knows I want to break free. (sometimes)

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