8 Is More Than Enough

I found a new show that I am now totally intrigued with. It’s on Discovery Health Channel and yes, of course, it’s a reality show. It’s called Jon & Kate plus 8. I caught a preview for it and had to see for myself…eight! As in eight kids. As in 2 six year-olds (twins) and 6 two year-olds (sextuplets)!

I will never complain again about being tired after a day taking care of my Squid! Watching this show makes me feel all the more fortunate. For the most part, it is just me and my boy at home together. My stepson, who is also a huge help to me when he’s here, is with us every Thursday through Saturday. But it never gets crazy, crazy. Yeah, sometimes a bit busy and hectic, but never too much to handle.

Jason and I still have our “us” time, still can take spontaneous weekend drives, still go out to dinner without too much fuss, still sit together at night and watch movies uninterrupted, still are…for the most part, pretty laid back.

These people never seem to have a moment’s rest. Part of me thinks that, like with everything, you start to get used to your life the way it is and adjust accordingly. But the smarter part, the part that had an extremely hard time managing Squid when he was weeks old, the part that felt I would never sleep again, the part of me that was up all night sobbing and up all day irritable and jittery, the part that rejoiced when Squid started sleeping though the night, the part that wants to wait at least another year before even thinking about having another child, knows better.

Now that those terrible months of newborn hell are well behind me and Squid is at the point where he can entertain himself/walk around/sleep in regular intervals, I can really enjoy every moment with him. Don’t get me wrong, I was in love with Squid from the moment I saw his face. I loved watching his tiny, 6 pound body curl into my arm. I loved (and still love) watching him discover all the firsts in life. But I also vividly remember wishing the days would pass quicker, watching the clock and hoping another hour had gone by, frantic for the day when he would get past that fragile, up-all-night stage.

Now every day with him is like another day hanging out with my best buddy. Add seven more to that mix…uh, well, achieving that experience through my television works just fine for me, thanks.

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