I Want A Village
We had 6 kids under 8 years old in our house on Sunday. No, it wasn't anyone's birthday or a special occasion, I just thought it would be fun for Evie to have her cousin over for a sleepover. So her cousin (age 7) turned into a friend as well (age 4.5) and then her third friend (age 6). Jon and I also babysat big E's 9 month old cousin for a few hours. It was a total mad house but no one ended up bleeding, so I'd say it was a success. And it totally led me to call bullshit on that old adage that "it takes a village to raise a child."
My husband has been working like a dog lately, which leaves me to do the majority of child rearing during the week. And most weekends actually. It makes me appreciate my husband all that much more when he is away from work and can help out with the kids. But truthfully? He doesn't need to help, other than financially of course. 'Cause I've got this, folks. I can handle my chitlins (for the most part, we all have "off" days). I know what they need, I know how to put them to bed, I know what they like to eat, and I know what pisses them off.
That being said, I would like a village. How great would it be to have a whole village of lovelies to help out with the kids everyday? It could be like having sister wives without all that weird sexual tension and a man that thinks he the center of the universe. I would be all hey girl, can you watch the E's while I go get me some Starbucks and my hair did? I'll totally get you back. Thanks, friend! Or, Hey! You got an extra onesie on you? Little E just shat herself up good and I'm about 4 days backed up on the laundry. Thanks guuuurl.
I don't need a village to raise my babes. But damn, it sure would be sweet if someone could take them while I'm grocery shopping or, more importantly, number 2-ing. There is something truly disturbing about having two kids give you a dead lock stare while you are trying to deuce. Like, come on guys! Let mama have a little peace! No? Alright. At least go get me a magazine or something, jeez.