Exhaustion makes you do funny things....

I am tired. No seriously....so tired. The sleep deprivation mixed with the postpartum hormones are really starting to effect me (is that the right form of effect? Is it affect? I don't know and frankly, right now, I don't care. The grammar Nazis can come and take me away if that only means a little bit of good, uninterrupted sleep). I've even been meaning to write a post about how the transition is going but I've been too tired to do it. It's a great post..in my head. :)

And tonight I'm utterly exhausted. D's back at work this week (went back a week early because he's taking 2 days off next week to help a friend move out of state) and he's back at it in full swing with an overnight overtime shift last night. Today was a fun day with the kiddos but I'm absolutely exhausted. D had Bible study tonight so it's still just me and the three. They were quiet in their room (or so I thought) since it was after bedtime and I was peacefully skimming the internet trying to find a good recipe to take to my Moms Group in the morning (I think everyone's just getting McDonalds...) when Rylee ran out into the living room shrieking, "Mom! Jakey got into your makeup!!"

crap.

I rushed into our room to find Jake, covered in expensive war paint from Nordstrom and Sephora. Bobbi Brown lipstick smeared on our mirror, mascara on our carpet, and white setting powder poured out like drugs. Everything inside of me wanted to scream and yell and have a serious mental breakdown. But what's a worn out, feeling totally overwhelmed, very hormonal, mom of three to do?




Take a photo.

*Note: this is not even all of the damage..just a glimpse, my friends, just a glimpse.

Seriously - all I could do was laugh. Come on, you're laughing too, right? Or maybe the sleep deprivation is making me delusional.

Rylee then, in all her 3-year-old wisdom, patted me on the back and said "It's okay mom. It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright" Which just made me chuckle harder and give her the biggest hug. Thank you, my sweet girl. These are the moments that "go by too fast" right? These are the moments where, when he's 17 and taking that not-good-enough-for-my-son girl to the prom, we'll talk about and wonder where all the time went. So why wait to laugh about it? I couldn't help myself. I whipped out the camera to document this little slice of reality. I think I might frame it. Then I can remember to laugh at the little stuff (and most of it is just little stuff). To remember that new make up can be bought and carpets can be cleaned but these moments are priceless.