Adjusting to one more

When I had my fourth child, it was an adjustment. Everywhere we went we stuck out as a big family. And it definitely seemed like my life had just gotten crazier.

Now suddenly with 5, I can't even tell the difference. You get to a point when you have a lot of children where you just can't get any crazier/louder or more of a novelty to the NY public than you already are.

Mornings and afternoons this week have been bliss with Caroline my PBS Kids addict, and Marcus and I. Then at 3 p.m. the bus pulls onto our street and the craziness begins. We usually have piano/violin, homework, jump roping(the new craze around my house ever since I rented, "Jump in", a movie with a star from HS Musical in it), and story reading all going on at once for the next couple hours. I just want to plug the little guys ears. But maybe he got used to it slowly over the last 9 months because he doesn't seem to mind.

But the thing is my mom is gone and I am on my own with five kids for the first time. Brent has gotten home late every night and I have been coping fine. No nervous breakdowns anyway. My one complaint has to do with something my mom referred to as nursing endorphins. She says while nursing you release endorphins to help you relax and enjoy your baby. The problem is that the endorphin effect makes it almost impossible to put down that sweet sleeping babe on your shoulder and get up off the couch. Every couple hours I am wanting to crawl back into bed. I thought I remember in past years sitting on the couch feeding the baby, going insane as I looked at the chaos around me. I would notice a crooked picture frame on the wall, dust on the piano, a cheerio under the table, and I was dying to be done with the kid so I could get up and remedy these situations. I was too nervous to let the endorphins take over, I suppose.

Maybe it's because #5 is really it and I am just happy to sit here and savor. So I am chillin'. And it makes me feel like way better mom. Instead of scurrying around all afternoon being busy, I am on the couch right in the middle of all the action. We have gotten a lot of chatting in . Problem is, I'm concerned how this whole new chatting and chilling mom thing is going to help me loose the couple or so more pounds that I need to.

I am kidding!! , not bragging, btw. Two daughter comments to demonstrate the state of my figure:

Kennon (the day I came home) "You still look pregnant!"
Camille (last night started drumming on my flabby tummy, then in all sincerity and hopefullness) "Mom are you pregnant again?"

And it doesn't help that Steph Cundick dropped by yesterday, obviously unaware that I am a sugar addict, and brought me a large loaf of coconut bread that is to die for, and a whole pan of the yummiest chocolate carmel bars I have ever tasted. I CAN'T STOP!