Marie Osborne is a wife, mom, coffee drinker, loud laugher, & Jesus follower. When she isn't laughing with her husband, texting with her girlfriends, singing with her preschooler, or chasing after her toddler twins, she's probably writing at her blog while binge watching Netflix.
3 months with 3 children under 2 1/2. What.The.What. It's crazy town up in here.
Let me say a few things right up front.
1) Months one through three are just nuts. For every new mom. Plain and simple.
My life was crazy town for the first three months with my first born, too. It really doesn't matter if it's your first kid or fifth, if you have one at a time or multiples. It's all an adjustment, and it is H.A.R.D.
2) I am most certainly NOT super mom. Unless, you are also super mom. Then, yes, I agree. All moms are super.
I'm not sure what people imagine my life is like when they see me out in public, but I need to set the record straight. Yes. It is a miracle that I am out of the house. Yes. It is equally miraculous that I am making an appearance wearing anything other than pajamas. Yes. It is insane that I am carting around the world's largest diaper bag, pushing the world's longest stroller, and herding the world's grouchiest toddler plus two sleeping infants.
Yes. It is impressive. Yes. It is note worthy. But. I am not unique in this accomplishment.
Every other mother in the world fights the same draining, demanding, and daunting battles to take part in this world with tiny children in tow. Our job is hard, ladies. Carting kids around is hard. You deserve a medal every time you show up to bible study or brave the grocery store.
Pat yourself on the back, first. Then I will allow you to congratulate me.
And we can celebrate our accomplishment together.
Cheers to us, mamas. Cheers to all of us.
With that said...
I'm not blind to the fact that this life of mine is a bit of a curiosity to those around me, whether friend, family, or stranger. I would have to be completely oblivious not to notice the stares and comments as the Great Osborne Caravan makes its way past gaping faces anytime we go anywhere.
We are a spectacle. Oh yes. A spectacle.
So I'll attempt to wrap up the past three months for all of you, my lovely, dearly missed
readers friends, and answer the questions I would ask me if I were you.