I have quickly come to the realization that two year olds are no picnic. Althoug raising my children has become the most worthwhile endeavor to date… as well as the most frustrating at times. It is much like talking to brick walls.
Ken has finally gotten his dates to be in Montreal, Quebec – July 3-6. I am a little overwhelmed with the idea of being home alone with all 3 kids for such a long span of time. Unfortunately it is looking like my friends will all be working during that time and not able to come and spend a day with us. We are going to see how difficult it is for me to use the chest carrier and push the double stroller soon. The issue is when you push up hill or lean on it to get over curbs you tend to lean with your chest on the handle – at least I do. That means I may not be able to do it. But we shall see…
I am really hoping that in the near future we can get the boys to mind better but I am thinking that is a pipe dream. What is the most infuriating is that you cannot help but KNOW they know what you are saying and CHOOSE to not listen. But I guess that comes with the territory of having kids… right?
I am still trying to convince Ken that since we will not make it to the zoo ON my birthday that we should take that day to go into the city. I have to get the next size up in sleepers for Emanuel and some items from the Body Shop… but gas is so pricey UGH. Oh well… the weather is cloudy and muggy and sad and just a little – so am I – the post Daddy’s Girl blues I guess hehe.