Seriously?

"Seriously?" 

This is a word I tend to mutter very frequently these days.  Sometimes in a good way....such as when I drive home from an outing, all three kids fall asleep in the back and by the grace of God I am able to transfer each of them inside and into their beds without too much trouble.  Or at times like today, when I realized I was actually able to write three blogs this week - seriously?! 

However, on other occasions it isn't shall we say quite as 'positive'.....

Take earlier this week, for example.  It had been a crazy day, the house was a disaster, Justin called to say he was working late and I was feeding the twins dinner.  They were not pleased with my choice of entree. The food was being dribbled out of their mouths, spit out of their mouths - more or less anything so as to avoid swallowing it.  As this was going on, Addison was sitting behind me at the table snacking on a bowl of cereal. I had put it in one of those suction cup bowls.  Which by the way, I consider to cause more harm than good for the simple fact that Addison is intrigued by the suction cup feature and proceeds to stick it to the table, then pull it back off, stick it down, pull it off.....etc.  Well, this was precisely what she was up to when all of a sudden the suction releases, the ENTIRE bowl of cereal and milk shoot straight into Lucas's face and all down his body, highchair and eventually all over the floor.  The look of shock on all three children was priceless and we had a really hard laugh about that one, even the babies.  But as I thought about the clean up job, I was thinking ...
"Tonight of all nights. Seriously?!"

This also tends to be my response as all too often I begin nursing one baby, the other one instantly wakes up crying and then Addison chooses that precise moment to need help in the bathroom.  "Seriously?!"

Nap time is also pretty comical in our household.  I take one baby up to get him settled down, then the other.   Without fail, Addison will have some sort of "major crisis" going on downstairs the minute the baby begins to drift off.  She screams bloody murder for me to come down (even though I have asked her countless times to just come up quietly and get me...).  When I rush down to see what it is, more often than not something equivalent to "My sticker ripped". 
"Seriously?!"

Also love the times I spend 24 hrs it seems, getting everyone ready to go out the door and right as I load the boys into their carseats, they both decide it's a good time to poop.
"Seriously?!"

Or the one day I took them all to the park, only to find I had left the double stroller in the garage.
"Seriously?!"

I have to say that even though sometimes I lose it, I try hard to take a deep breath and find humor in these moments.  Because I know that all too soon there will come a day when I look back on all of this and say,

 "This part of my life is really over?  Seriously?"