Something occurred to me today. I have 3 teenagers. In 2 years, I'm going to have 5. FIVE teenagers. Let that percolate a minute.
This, my friends, is why I wish I'd done better at math when I was in school.
Perhaps then, it would have occurred to me that eventually all those cute little babies and toddlers that I adored so much would GROW UP and all need to be driven to different activities.
There for a while, we had babies coming every 18 months. At one point, we had a newborn, an 18 month old, a 3 year old, a 4.5 year old, a 6.5 year old, and a 9 year old. For a couple of weeks, we had 6 kids under 10.
Yet, even though I "knew" that they'd be teens someday, I had no real grasp on what that would look like. The dizzying baseball, softball, football, homework, school uniforms, scouts, C.A.P., friends, appointments, eating like locusts, "Can you drop me off at...?" aspect of it all.
I like to think I've learned something. Jack and Hannah are a whole 3 years apart. Hannah and Katie will be more than 3 years apart. In fact, we'll have almost exactly the same spacing between Hannah and Katie that we did between Zachary and Annaliese (3 yrs 5 mos). Which was a really nice spacing.
But the reality is, for all my talk about how nicely spaced these later kids are, I know that if the money fell out of the sky, I'd be begging Paul to bring home a little boy with Katie, spacing be damned.
I guess I haven't learned that much after all.
Maybe that's why Paul needs to be the one to help the older kids with their math. I never was very good at it.
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