Sorry for Singletons

I don’t feel sorry for parents of singletons anymore. Carly stayed at home with me today nursing her pink eye and I was able to sweep the floors, mop, do the dishes, upload wedding pictures to Facebook, change all the bedding, complete 5 loads of laundry, and cook a roast for dinner all before the other two came home.

I’m not gloating on my time management skills or downing other parents of an only child, but I do feel a little less sorry for them sometimes. Next time you think it’s so hard and overwhelming, come stop by my house and make yourself feel better. I’m drowning in domestic despair over here on a daily basis! I know each person has their own struggle and psychological limits when it comes to kids, but damn this shit seems easy when my work load is reduced by 2/3!

Sometimes my husband and I dream about what life would be like if we only had one or even two. We barely knew life as parent’s of a singleton. By the time Bryce was 7 months old, two more were already on the way. Barely half the 1st year of his life was spent as an only child, because even though they were only in my belly, being pregnant with affected my parenting ability before they even arrived. Its kinda hilariously ironic remembering having my son’s 1st birthday party and already being 5 months preggo… with twins. What a kicker.