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Rant for the Day
Gettin' pretty tired of people asking me how Heather and I are doing all the time. It's a recent practice that seems to have become popular among family and friends since the birth of my third child, Zoe Josephine, back in March.
I understand their concern. Having an infant along with someone as young as Emma is quite a challenge. Throw in Ian and things can become rather stressful. Plus, there is always the looming concern over post-partum depression.
That being said, when every contact with certain people begins with a gravely delivered, "How's are you doing? And Heather?" it start to wears down on you. I always answer with a perfectly delivered "fine" - because; well, we are doing fine - all things considered. Like . . .
A 6-week old infant who enjoys crying more than sleeping
An 19-month old girl who is still having trouble dealing with going from #2 of 2 to #2 of 3.
A sleep-deprived mom who is trying to learn how to juggle three kids under the age of 5
An even more sleep-deprived dad who is struggling to balance helping his wife with a hectic house & family with increasing workload & stress at the office
Both cars need an oil change
But really, this is just getting silly. People who know me know they're never gonna get more than the perfectly delivered "fine." I've had decades to perfect the delivery. I won't crack. Heather and I have it rough right now. You know it. I know it. Anyone who's had more than 2 kids knows it. But you not gonna get me to bitch and moan about our situation. I can handle it all. So in order to save time, lets move on to more pressing matters.
What can Heather and I get Elizabeth for graduation from Law School?
posted by Brendan | 1:03 PM | permanent link
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