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A3 sleeping next to me and I’m watching The Bachelor’s final episode. What a load of crap. But it still has my attention… Why can’t we look away? It’s like the time when we were in New Jersey and Jack’s cousin’s husband caught me watching an episode of “Keeping up with the Kardashians”. He walked into the room and I quickly changed the channel as if I was watching porn or something. “I saw what you were watching” he said, ” I didn’t think you were that kind of girl Julie” and he walked away.

But but but I’m not that kind of girl! It’s just that we don’t have all these channels at home and I got curious!  The other day my friend had posted a video of Kim Kardashian’s closet. I watched it and didn’t recognize any of the brand names mentioned , all I was thinking was “If they only knew what was in MY closet”…

A baby.

A baby? Yes a baby. We don’t have enough bedrooms so we sometimes put A3’s bassinette in the walk in closet. Don’t report me to child protective services just yet. We only put her in there if we need to be in our room with the lights on, which only happens when we’re cleaning, and that’s a rarity. I had that as my Facebook status once and a friend commented on how she too had converted her walk in closet into a nursery because it had a window and had transformed her mezzanine into a closet (I don’t know what a mezzanine is). Except, we didn’t convert anything into anything. The closet is still a closet.

A3’s going to be 4 months soon and is going to need to transfer to a crib. A2’s still in the crib so we’re going to have to buy a new one. A1 stayed in her crib till she was 3. If you’re a parent you’re probably thinking .. 3?! That’s ridiculous! Well, if I could, I would keep them in there much longer… it’s much easier to manage. You put them in there and then you can take them from where you left them…and they can’t go anywhere.

They should make cribs for teenagers.

I slept in a crib when I was 7. Not until I was 7, but when I was 7. My brother was just born and I was showing typical signs of elder sibling regression. That’s when the older sibling reacts to the new born by going backwards in their maturing behavior, basically the older sibling acts like a baby. A baby has come and they’re just trying to tell you “I’m a baby too!”

When A2 was born, A1 wet her bed twice in the same week. And she had been perfectly clean for a year. She also wanted to be carried up the stairs like a baby.

When I was 7 and my brother was born, I wanted to sleep in the crib. And my mother let me. I vividly remember it…it was awesome but my feet would stick out of the rails. Thinking back … I can’t believe she let me do that ! Or maybe I can…

Still watching The Bachelor… he just proposed and they rode away on an elephant’s back. How romantic.

Well I had an elephant at my wedding too… yup, definitely an elephant in the room.

After a weekend of splitting myself in three in an attempt to equally give attention to each child only to be left feeling guilty for not coming close, they’re all asleep (for the moment). What should I do first ? Go to the bathroom? I’ve been holding myself all day. Pump? I’m feeling swollen. Sleep?..no  What am I doing? I’m blogging.

Why? I dunno.

Well I don’t know yet. I mean sure I write little stories, some come out good some less…but where is all this going? I’m not so sure yet. I’m just going with the flow.

I’m sitting in Jack’s man cave (basement) and I think it’s the first time that I’m here alone. I just needed to get away from the mess. It’s a mess down here too but it’s a mess I don’t see often so it’s more bearable.

Jack just came down and turned on the TV. And now I just can’t think anymore. I’m getting distracted and losing my train of thought. Thank you Jack.

And as I wrote that, he just said “Watch TV with me, forget this” (by this he means this post), as much as want to continue this post, I’m going to be good and I’m going to put the computer away.

To me, this is romance.

It’s Sunday night, 2 out of 3 are in bed and I am exhausted. A1 is sipping on chicken noodle soup, drawing and watching Tv. It’s the first time that I blog with one of the kids awake.  I just asked her what she’s drawing and she said ” A pony”.

So people told me to start a blog and I did. I didn’t know what it was but I started anyway. I learned so much in the past two months. There’s a whole community of bloggers out there. I’m still new at this and most of my readers are Facebook friends but I’m slowly being integrated in this community.

So you start a blog, you write a blog…what’s next?

A1 just “psssssttt” me and showed me her drawing. It looks like a Komodo dragon with wings.

A1:  Does it look like a poney?

I nod

A1 : A lot or a little ?

I think she knows it looks nothing like a pony.

Me: Medium

A1: But is it cute?

I nod.

I don’t know what to do, lie ? Tell her the truth? She’s 4 !

Wait she’s coming… oh, never mind, she froze in front of the Tv midway.

She’s here.

A1: I want 2 cereal bars.

No please no nothing.

Me: You’re gonna go to bed soon.

A1: Pleaaaase, 2 cereal bars.

Me: Offffff ok, let’s start with 1.

Again, I never know what to do while negotiating with her. Should I be more strict? Is she walking all over me? Is all this going to bite me in the butt when she becomes a teenager…

Parenting is a constant test. A test who’s results you’ll never get and never know what the right answer was… People think I know what I’m doing because I have 3 kids. If you don’t know how to drive does it make a difference if you have 3 cars? At least we’re taught how to drive. Nobody teaches us how to be a parent.

I always like to listen to what the elder have to say about life. Sometimes I don’t understand their advice but I follow it anyways.

She just sent me to get her the second cereal bar and cold milk.

A1: Again! Cereal bar and cold milk.

Me: Please mommy!

A1: I’m not your mommy.

Where did I go wrong? Or did I go wrong? Sometimes I wish she was more mannered and obedient but then I think this way is better because I don’t want people stepping all over her later in life. Plus how is she supposed to be that well mannered with all the things she sees in this house.

She’s sitting stuck on me right now and she just asked me to move because she doesn’t have enough space.

Me: but you’re the one stuck on me.

A1: No you’re stuck on ME!

And now she just burped out loud. Where did I go wrong? Or did I ?

I never know if I’m doing or saying the right thing. All I know is, I hug them and tell them I love them as many times as possible in the day. There’s no way I can go wrong with that.

Now we’re going to take a picture of her drawing, post it and then I’m taking her to bed.