17, 7, 5, 3 and 19 months. Those the ages of my children. The first four are boys, the baby is a girl. And no, we weren’t ‘trying’ for a girl. We actually fully expected another boy and were totally floored when Miranda appeared, in all of her girly perfection. It took us eons to actually process that we had a daughter, a girl that we were now completely reasonable for – for some reason that fact was scarier to me the same fact for my sons.
Anywho – totally not the point of this post. Focus Honey B. So. 5 against 1. My three middle children fight, play and fight some more with the dedication and ferocity of kamikaze pilots. My teenager is in the throes of hormonal hell, and takes me on a regular hellish emotional rollercoaster ride, with moods and attitudes changing and shifting more rapidly than an eye can blink.
Right now, 7 is at McDonalds, having a play date. 5,3, and 19 months are napping. That naps are happening is winning in and of itself. Anyone with children has a much deeper appreciation for naps. It’s a beautiful and peaceful time in the Badger house. Until I remember that I have some issues to address with 17. To be truthful, I haven’t forgotten for a second, I can just think of a hundred things I would rather be doing that dealing with teenage drama and temper tantrums. Like what, You ask?. Well, at this moment, I do believe that I would rather swim with the alli-gators in the Bayou (don’t you just LOVE that Swamp People show?) than deal with 17 right now. But, seeing as he in only a staircase away from where I am currently sitting and those alli-gators are far, far away from here, I will choose to deal with the teenager. Nobody ever said being a mom would be easy. And it’s a good thing that nobody promised that it would make me popular either. Time to go and have a little chat with T-Buddy. Wish me luck 🙂