To the audience of those who don’t think they want more than one or two kids,
I have come to a realization that you may find helpful in your quest for determining if you should have more children. I’m not saying that you HAVE to have more kids (I know for some that is impossible), but I am saying that if you end up unintentionally pregnant, you might as well keep having more. This is why.
Currently, I am down two kids. More specifically, I am the only female in our house until our girls come back from grandma and grandpa’s house. I have been looking forward to their trip to Wisconsin because I could get caught up on projects while they were gone.
After all, I would only have 2 and not 4.
However, I have learned that it makes no difference how many kids you have. What matters is if they are good listeners and obedient.
Dash is three. Before anyone says, “Oh, he’s out of his terrible twos,” I would like to point out emphatically that three is one hundred thousand times worse than two. A two year old may throw a tantrum, but a three year old throws a TANTRUM!!!!!!!!!
Back to Dash and being three. His whole life, Dash has never been the oldest. You may say, “of course he is not the oldest. He is your third child.”
And thank you for pointing that out. The difference is that being the third child has made his life extremely difficult as he wants to be the oldest. He needs lots of attention. Yes, it is his age, but it is also more than his age. It’s his personality!
I will go no farther because I love this little spitfire of personality and I don’t want to deface his character (which we are still developing). However, I have noticed that it takes me just as long to get out the door with 2 as it did with 4.
And do you want to know why? The children who need lots of encouragement and choices are still at home! The ones who make me extra exhausted have not left the building. In fact, since the girls departed more harm than good has come to these little guys.
- The first day the boys watched hours and hours of tv and movies because that was the only thing that made them feel better since they were abandoned by their doting big sisters. Simply abandoned. Then, we went to the portrait studio to get some pictures taken for Dash’s third birthday where they watched more and more movies while waiting for our turn. When we came home, we ended quiet time early so that they could watch more (and also so that Dash could break his daddy’s new tv, but that is neither here nor there).
- Dash significantly burned his hand on the stove. If my girls had been home, more than likely he wouldn’t have even been near the stove, but as he needs to soak in as much mommy attention as possible, I invited his participation in making lunch after he told he wanted to help. After I moved the pot off the hot burner, he placed his hand there and immediately snatched it up! I wanted to cry with him. I felt so horrible. He is okay, but it was a long afternoon in which he fell asleep on our easychair clasping his hands together because they hurt.
If the girls were here, everyone would have been playing together so the brain numbing and the hand burning would have been kept to a minimum. I’m not saying it would have gone completely away because you never really know what could happen, but there is a strong possibility that it would have never happened.
We still have 2 more days to go!
In conclusion no matter how many children you have, you are destined for craziness, accidents, and exhaustion, so you might as well keep ’em coming!