A year ago and one month ago I gave birth to this little monster:
Against my wishes and express instructions he turned one last month.
He's nearly walking. He's just about a toddler.
And so the hunger returns.
I promised myself that I would pretend that Philo is my last baby but then revisit the possibility that he isn't a year after his birth. It's been a year and a month. He's not my last baby.
They say that when you're done having children you know it. There should be some sixth sense that tells you six will be too many but that sense just isn't hitting me. I'm not done. There're more people to add to this party some day.
Oh, and I'm starting 3 years of law school in the fall. AND I'm 36.
So I need you to solve my life. I gotta figure out a fail-safe way to get my last baby into my arms. (She's a girl, I'm apparently a mystic). How am I supposed to drum up a baby with all these things trying to stop me?
Do the math on any of the options. Nothing really makes sense. Hasn't stopped me before! Sure I keep f-ing up my life but we have so much fun despite all of my failings!
|Clearly NOT crazy.|
|Not a newborn.|
What is wrong with me? Why won't the baby fever pass? I have five kids and no husband and a job and a law career ahead of me and I'm getting too old for this crap and two freaking baby daddies already and my life is next to impossible. Shouldn't these things cure me?
Your friendly neighborhood Brood Mare.
I have found a secret weapon for managing my life, though. Her name is Robyn. After doing the last 18 months pretty much by myself as Hush moved in and out after filing for divorce when I was three months pregnant with Philo I finally got a live in nanny. She is my pride and joy. I have no idea how we managed without her. I had to stack kids up in rooms (3 in one, 2 in the other) so that we would have room for her but we don't mind at all because she is worth it. It's like having a wife. I've always wanted a wife! I can leave arms free, I can grocery shop without lugging all five kids under 10, we split cleaning the kitchen and putting kids to bed. We are a team and I am so blessed to have found this vegan artistic political cat loving person.
Even Mimi is plotting our next baby. She has lots of suggestions. One involved inviting my single male friends to become Dads, another was the way my sister and her wife got their new precious baby that I cannot wait to meet.
BTW: this is my new favorite picture of Mimi. Eye mask, tie-dye leggings she's been wearing for at least two days, Rolling Stones sweatshirt, GPS watch, rollerskates inside making Valentines and singing.
We just have so much love to give. Anybody got any extra babies? We'll raise 'em rad for you!