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Sweet Bear as the photographer and the subject.

All is quiet in the apartment. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. I can even hear Boy Blue breathing softly in his sleep.
Mama is a happy girl.
The babies are all sleeping after a morning of going from screaming to singing to crying to laughing to climbing to falling to Mama kisses to Mama is mean to eating to drinking to spilling to BED!

Mama had enough. The babies have finally went to bed and Mama is praying that it lasts for at least two hours. Geez…after this morning the little stinkers should sleep soundly for the rest of the afternoon. I know that will not happen. I give my peace and quiet one hour tops. I never have peace and quiet for long. I am never really alone in the apartment or anywhere for that matter.
In fact, I can’t even take a bath or go to the restroom in peace. If I even think about shutting the door without Petite Clown, she will stand and scream banging the door until I open it. Nice…the entire apartment building knows when I am doing my business.

The restroom is just by the entry door to the apartment. So, I am sure the neighbors across the hall and any going up or down the stairs hear Petite Clown screaming, “Mama…Mama…let me in!” And, since all the apartments have the same layout, everyone knows that she wants in the restroom and it is me, Mama, that is locking her out!

Like I said, “Nice.”

Before Petite Clown it was Sweet Bear and before Sweet Bear it was Angel Girl and I am sure after Petite Clown it will be Boy Blue standing and crying at the doors that Mama is seaking some thin shread of privacy behind.

In America, I was once in the restroom and my husband and Angel Girl kept coming asking me questions or striking up conversation through the door. I was very annoyed and opened the door to find my husband, my daughter and the CAT waiting right outside.

Mama’s typically get no peace and no quiet and no Mama alone time. However, at this particular moment, all is well in Mama land and I am enjoying every single second that I am not hearing, “Mama…mama….mama???”

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  • misschrisc February 22, 2006, 2:52 pm

    Yes, uh I think we have to get the handle on the bathroom door fixed before we have another baby. My son can easily open it and I have the “pleasure” of having him climb on my lap while I’m using the toilet.

    You’re right. Mamas have no peace.

  • Pumpkin Pie February 22, 2006, 6:26 pm

    I have had that pleasure as well from all three girls. :)

  • Julie February 23, 2006, 1:10 am

    This is so funny! People around here don’t use birth control. My cousin has six kids. Last summer she was going crazy. She was pregnant, had a one year old, a three year old, a five year old, a second grader, and a 4th grader! I babysat for her whenever she asked because I felt so sorry for her. Her oldest was the only girl. The boys would get really mad and end up in a pile, punching and kicking. The little one year old was trying to join in. And he was still wearing diapers! LOL!!! The only thing to do is learn to enjoy madness, if at all possible;-)

  • Pumpkin Pie February 23, 2006, 11:23 am

    It is mad in this house at times with the screaming of three babies at one time. But, I worry more about them getting hurt and don’t know if I can stand the stress of worrying about one more baby falling or doing something serious. I do love children though. If I take any test telling you what your mission in life is- the test always tells me you are a teacher. :) I am just a worry wart too.

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