Last night we had Jax's very last T-ball game of the season. I laughed a little because when it was his last turn to bat, McKay goes, "Hit it hard! This is your last time batting ever!"Ha ha. I think he was kidding but... :/ I promise I'll never force him to quit something but holy cow, t-ball/baseball/softball is BORING. How moms of boys sit through 15 years of it, I have no idea. I will be selling basketball and soccer HARD these next 10 months. Aside from the 5% of the game when Jax was batting or doing something, it was the same feeling as watching commercials. But he's really cute. And just so I don't sound like the worst mom ever, he got bored too. By the end of the game, the kids in the outfield were usually playing in the sand or just lying in it. haha. At the beginning of this season, I was really pregnant. McKay would skip lunch and come home from work an hour early to take him to practice because I couldn't be pregnant and wrangle Jonah who would usually be stripping and throwing dirt the whole time. We let Jax skip a practice or two. One Monday I was in the kitchen and Jax goes, "Mom, I don't want to go to practice tonight..." And I said, "Why not?" And he said, "Because all the kids laugh at me when I do the karaoke..." It was so cute and sad. One of the drills the kids do is the "karaoke" or the grapevine (or whatever) and most of the kids just kind of skip sideways, but Jax tries really hard. So he's usually the last one to the other end of the field, with the coach karaoke-ing next to him, attempting to show him how to do it. It's stinking cute. But it's all over now. DANGIT.
The adjustment to three kids haven't been as hard as I thought it would be. I'm tired, but not as tired as I thought I would be. At the end of pregnancy, I got into a bad habit of telling the boys in the morning to, "Go watch Netflix and play on your Kindle!" when they woke up at 6:30am (sometimes it was 7:30...still.) I have so much more energy now than I did then. We still don't always wake up "together" but i'm working on it. Cashy is a good sleeper. He usually eats around midnight and then wakes up one more time during the night. We cuddle all night. Jax made me breakfast in bed one morning haha. It was so cute, but I have trying to figure out excuses why I don't need it every morning because there were peanut butter and toast crumbs EVERYWHERE.
Most days I feel like time is just flying. But those hours from 3-5 are looong. Once we get the boys in bed, I finish up last-minute things and sit on the couch and eat 1-2 smores. It's so gross. Last night I was literally disgusted with myself. But I think it's because I don't have time to eat much during the day so I just graze and then by the night time I just want to eat all the crap in the house. Last night McKay was doing Elders Quorum stuff so I got all the boys sleeping by around seven and then rushed to clean the kitchen and sweep and do the laundry. It reminded me of when I was little trying to sleep and I could hear my dad vacuuming downstairs. It's funny because I used to get so mad at him for doing that and being so "loud." haha. IT'S THE ONLY TIME. Three kids is easier than two because I've wayyyy lowered my expectations for myself. In fact, I have almost no expectations. Keep the kids fed and happy. That's pretty much it. And wash my hair sometimes.