For the first few months of Benjy’s and Henry’s lives, my mom was able to stay with us in Finland.
Words cannot express what a help she was to me in those times. She was a comfort, she was a companion, she was encouraging, she would take the kid for a few hours so I could nap restfully. Not to mention, my mom is an awesome house guest. She pitches in when needed, but she doesn’t try to reorganize everything. She doesn’t point out every parenting or housekeeping mistake I make. She lets me live my life, doesn’t make me feel like I’m under constant scrutiny. She’s amazing.
And I’ve LOVED my mom’s extended visits.
But then my mom went out and got one of those new-fangled job things. And, if you can believe it, her job actually expects her to WORK! AND NOT FROM FINLAND! I know!! Crazy, right?!!
So, this time, when the baby was born, my mom was only with us for two weeks. And in a blink of an eye, those two weeks were over.
And I was devastated. So devastated that I didn’t even stop for a Starbuck’s when I dropped her off at the airport (sidenote: I dropped her off, because I can drive now, because we bought a new car- a seven seater. I’m officially a Mom- capital “M”). I genuinely didn’t know how I was going to survive without her.
How I was going to survive a week alone with three kids- two of whom had the chicken pox (did I mention Ade got it, too? Super DUPER mild case- only one big pock on her foot- a call to the children’s hospital put our minds at ease- we weren’t to panic unless she stopped eating or ran a high fever, neither of which ever occurred), without my mom and WITHOUT OLLI (he was abroad on business Thursday-Friday)…
Turns out I would survive by surviving. And despite my deep sorrow at not having my mom there- I had a great week.
Monday morning was my first test- Olli left for work a bit after 8, and I had to entertain the kids, get them winter-ready, out the door and to daycare by 9:30. It was outrageously easy. Seriously. I even had time to give my shower a scrub. No tantrums, no fighting, no physical assaults (Henry has been clawing the HECK out of Benjy’s face recently- half the time he looks like a lion attacked him). ”This whole 3 kid thing is a cinch!”
Okay, so the rest of the week wasn’t quite that easy, but it was, as I said pretty great.
I already told you that Henry’s chicken pox were manageable; my in-laws took the boys Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, letting me sleep in (by sleep in, I mean, of course, sleep as long as Ade sleeps, while waking up every few hours for feeding. My teenage-self would not consider it actually sleeping in); we had gorgeous sunny weather all week, perfect for trips to the park; my in-laws were back over on Thursday evening, providing an extra set of hands during bed time routines; and Friday evening saw an eventful trip to the library.
Seriously, pretty great.
I’m going to be okay with this whole three kid thing.
Which doesn’t mean I won’t welcome my mom back with OPEN ARMS at absolutely ANY TIME she wants to join me.
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