The scheduled date. The date that I have committed to going back to work. Sweet J will be 12 weeks old, my FMLA will be exhausted, and well it will be time. I'm not ready yet. Paul's not ready to do the dad of 3 kids alone, while mommy goes to work for 11 hours 3 days in a row, juggling act...and really I'm not surprised because at almost 6 weeks I am still figuring the 3 kid juggling act on my own as well. But I have no doubt he
can do it, because he really is superdad...just ask my boys.
The amount of money that
one of the hospital medical bills states we owe. It even says at the top of it "your insurance has been payed, the remaining balance is your responsibility..." however when I look at the bill
no insurance has been billed. I am so thankful that we have jobs with health benefits, and that with some phone calls the bill will probably be reduced to like 10% of that cost, however I am so annoyed that the hospital seems to frequently mess up when billing. I thought there was a reason they ask for your insurance card at each visit. With all the issues J had right after birth, and all the appointments I went to, and all the times I handed over my insurance card to the receptionist to be copied before I could check in for her appointment...it is just annoying that I get to spend time on the phone with 1) my insurance company to see if a claim has been made for appointment x, y, and z and then 2) call the hospital billing department to get this all straightened out while juggling 3 kids - and if you read bullet #1 you'd know that I am still getting a hang of juggling 3 kids so listening to "press one for (fill in the blank) about seven times before finally talking with a live person in order to get this all straightened out
while simultaneously juggling three kids is going to be...funny.
I never do good with this post baby body status. First because I always go straight from my pre-pregnancy clothes into maternity clothes when pregnant, therefore I have no "size up" clothes. So I'm currently stuck wearing yoga pants every.single.day right now because while the female body is really amazing and can spread in crazy ways to birth a baby - it takes
my female body what seems forever for my hips to un-spread and fit back into my pre-pregnancy jeans...and no amount of exercise can fix that. But that is water under the bridge - I'm not sure what that means even, but is sounds good...really good :). Yesterday I did have an amazing 30 minute run, outdoors, during the daylight, in the sunshine. Which again, refering back to bullet #1, is huge since we are still currently figuring out this 3 kid juggle so getting out for 30 minutes
all by myself is a HUGE accomplishment.
Every once in a while, the stars align. Both babies will nap at the same time, and R will have his quiet time, and I will
get to sit. I'll sit staring at; the 4, or 5, or 6 loads of clean laundry sitting on my couch needing folding, or the dirty lunch dishes in the sink that could be rinsed or put in the dishwasher, or the bathroom that needs cleaning. Because when there are 4 other people who need (the kiddos) or want (the Mr.) my attention all the time...sitting, doing something I want to do, for me, ignoring the mess, for just a few moments...well, it is sanity.
Last night J was snoozing on my chest, curled up in that perfect spot. Her little body snuggled into mine, I can tell she is perfectly content, her baby coos assure me of this. I have to soak up these moments, because soon she will be grown and she won't fit int that perfect spot. Last night P got to experience this bliss, I can tell he enjoys it as much as me.
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