I should have anticipated the tears. Maggie Lu will be two weeks old tomorrow. I've been feeling "back to normal" for over a week. Then trivial stress happens. You know, Schroeder puts two trains down the toilet. Drano doesn't dissolve trains, folks. My phone disappears. I tried to blame that one on Schroeder, too, but no one bought it. I did finally discover it in the depths of the couch, but, unfortunately, my long lost iPod was not with it. Then, Dianne comes home and says she thinks she has shingles. So I pack up my family of six and move them to my parent's house in order to prevent my infant from coming down with chicken pox, and all the while, I'm crying. My two week old getting chicken pox is scary, but, really, are all these tears necessary? It finally occurs to me that these tears should not be a surprise. When Schroeder was two weeks old, I broke down at dinner for no apparent reason. D'arcy asked me what was wrong, and Stephen had to explain to her that mommy just had a baby and that can put mommy's emotions into overdrive.
So week two of having four children has been a little hectic. I neglected to mention the 12 hour blackout we had at our house, my attempt to take both babies (big and little) to the doctor's office by myself sans stroller, or the fact that Stephen worked from 9am till 2am on Thursday, etc, etc, etc. However, I'll say it again, just to remind myself, that all these problems are trivial. Tomorrow is another day, and someday soon, I'll get the hang of parenting four children at one time.