Daddy and I attempted to get our sleeping back on track (we’re night owls) by going to bed at 8PM the other day, but Boogie was not having it. He started to fuss in the middle of the night. He’s teething, did I mention that? We brought him in the living room for new scenery. After teething pellets, teether and finger gnawing (ouch), and snuggling, he finally calmed down and went back to sleep. Around 8AM the next morning the little booger was at it again. Back to the living room.
While rocking Boogie in the recliner I had a revelation… I’m not having any more children. I mean how can I possibly have a house full of children and get any work online done? Oh wait but having more kiddies means I’ll have little helpers, that’s how parents survive having two, three, four, or more children. But wait, more helpers means more mouths to feed and more boo boos to nurture. Hmmm there’s the possibility of being discovered and becoming famous. Then I wouldn’t have to get on the computer unless it was for entertainment or to pay a bill. I’ll have to have them in multiples though. If I had the babies one by one, we would be called crazy and no one would have pity on us, hell I wouldn’t either. So say we tried for baby number two and were blessed with twins, triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets, or hey even septuplets?!
Until we win the Mega Million Lotto or similar we will not be this family…
Ok so it doesn’t take 81 million dollars to provide for 8 children.
I love watching this family. Sure, their situation is different. They tried for baby number three and got one, plus five extras! And they were fortunate enough to be discovered, which I’m sure is a huge financial help.
One bad night had me bouncing from one thought to another. Of course one bad night won’t keep me from having another one of these little guys in the future…
…but today’s economy may. To think my grandparents had TEN – back when things were easier.