My Dad is coming in today and will be here for almost a week. He’ll be here partly to see AndyZ but mostly to help me keep everybody alive while MrZ goes back to work. (I mentioned already, this task is much harder than I anticipated.) I have braved a few outings with three kids on my own, but LilZ is much more help than a hindrance so it’s almost cheating. My Dad will be able to come with us to the playground and make sure I don’t lose anyone while we’re there. It’s amazing how easy it is to blink and find one of your kids missing. Or maybe that’s just me.
This will be a good transition week because I can honestly say I don’t think I’m ready to go it alone yet. I mean, I’ve done it for several hours at a time but usually with MrZ right outside doing housework or yardwork. I may not have used him to help me, but knowing he was there was a huge help. This week? He’ll be 15 miles away at work and not a quick resource if I suddenly realize I’m in over my head. It’ll be nice to have a backup person this week close at hand to give me one more week to ease into this situation.
It probably goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. Those of you with more than two kids who need your attention (because we all know LilZ requires no care) are my heroes and I don’t see how you do it. I’m not cut out for that. My brain has a minimal capacity – it appears – when it comes to caring for multiple children. Two seems to be my limit. And that may even exceed my limit, I’ll let you know. If I still can locate both AndyZ and NikkiZ in 12 weeks? Then I guess I can handle at least two. But the outlook is not that good.