Is it bad?

At the end of every weekend, I look forward to going back to work.  I love my time with my babies, but since tax season is upon us, I'm by myself and by the end of each day, I'm tired and sore.  (I'm done with physical therapy, but haven't dedicated any time to do the exercises that I should - hence I'm sore.)  Every minute of the day is spend doing something - here was my day:  Two of three babies woke up around 6am - so I changed them and went back to sleep for a little over an hour.  I then changed the third baby and we proceeded to feed everyone.  We then brought them downstairs - Tony made breakfast and I went through medical bills/credit card statements so we can finish our taxes.  I was able to eat a little bit while I fed babies their oatmeal oh and changed their diapers again.  I then got the laundry out of the dryer and folded  about half of it.  I put in another load - this time diapers.  I then took a shower ( my one 'me' thing the whole day).  While exiting the shower I noticed my cat that needed food and water.  So I filled both dishes for her and afterwards unloaded the dish washer from the night before.  I then prepared the bottles and then it was time for the babies to eat again. Tony fed one and I fed the other two.  They were going to eat their lunch, but two out of three were asleep and the one that was awake was my fussy eater and I wasn't going to fight with all three so they all were changed and put down for their nap.  Then I started to load the dirty dishes into the dish washer.  I then grabbed the baby monitor and went outside to do some weeding and cleaning up.  The neighbor's tree drops millions of little petals on our driveway - which is very pretty to look at, but I slip on them EVERY time I walk on them.  It's really annoying and one of these days I'm actually going to fall, but so far I've been lucky.  I came back in and realized that the dog had never gone out this morning so I let him out.  I then started the roomba in the entry way while I did a little cleaning in the kitchen.  At this point the babies started to wake up.  I changed diapers again and brought them downstairs and sat them all in a circle and read a few books to them and played with them until it was time to eat again.  I fed everyone their bottles and lunch and moved the diapers into the dryer.  I put the dog out and played with him for a little while and then heard everyone crying inside.  The unhappy hour was upon me so I decided to take them for a walk.  Everyone again got their diaper changed and I loaded everyone into the stroller and out the door I went.  I walked around the neighborhood for about a half an hour until I stopped at Tony's parents house.  I signed our tax forms, chatted with the inlaws for a few minutes and back out the door I went.  I started the dryer again - the diapers are pretty thick, put the dog out again and unloaded the stroller.  I then had one crying baby after another, so I changed diapers again and put away some of the laundry I had folded earlier.  I think I actually went to the bathroom at this point.  Tony got home, let the dog back in and it was time to eat again.  We both fed bottles, but as Tony made dinner, I fed babies their dinner.  We did baths and put everyone to bed.  We then ate dinner and I cleaned up, started the dishwasher and folded the diaper laundry.  I paid a bill online and started a shopping list as I cut out coupons from this week and last week's newspapers.  That brings me to where I am right now.  I'm about the put the dog out again and then retire for the night... here  I go.

Neighborhood full of multiples!

Not alot of updates regarding babies other than everyone is now sitting up on their own!  No more lazy baby boy! It's incredible how quickly things change.  At the beginning of the week, he could barely sit up on his own and by the end of the week, he's strong enough to sit by himself for a few minutes at a time.  So now it's really fun to sit them all up together in a circle and watch.  They typically try and reach out for each other - mostly by their bibs and sometimes they pull each other over.  If they have toys in front of them, Olivia usually ends up with everything.  We're going to have to watch her...
On a side note, I was taking the babies out for a walk on Saturday - it was such a nice day and we were coming up on feeding time, I walked over to Tony's parents house.  On my way, I saw a lady that I've before walking past the house - usually with her husband and two boys.  I never noticed, but the boys are twins!  I didn't talk to her for very long, but she shared with me that it gets easier around 6 months of age.  Well, we're past that time and I can't really say it's easier... just different. 
Jump to my trip back home - and I'm walking past the house two down from my house and notice that the woman is coming over and asks me if they can see the babies.  I was crossing the street anyway so we started chatting then her one daughter came over and then her other daughter - twins!  After chatting for a while, I learned that she works at RWJ and we both know another MoM - someone who is in my club.  Small world really.  This was also St. Patrick's day weekend.  We were supposed to go to T's parents house for dinner, but they got food poisoning the night before.  We had them all dressed and ready to go, but they cancelled, so instead we went out to Sam's Club.  I know I'm a bit biased, but these babies are stinkin' cute!

What a way to start the day!

It's been a while since my last post, but I've been choosing sleep over blogging.  The fact that my laptop is in the basement and I don't get down there that often doesn't help, plus it's another set of stairs I'd need to climb at the end of the night and sometimes I just don't have it in me.  There's so much that I'm going to try and remember over the past week - I hope I do before I'm supposed to change the clocks back.

Last weekend, we packed everyone up to go to my MoM's club sale.  We didn't really need anything, but felt I should go to show some support and hopefully see my fellow triplet mom - Kelly.  We ended up buying another exersaucer and a few other toys.  (We now have three saucers and another bouncer - I swear I live in a day care....)  The trip overall was uneventful - which is good.  Tony went to work and I stayed home with the babies.  During my time with them, I made some new discoveries.  The first one is that both ladies can sit up on their own - for at a few minutes at a time.  They're still a bit wobbly, but it's exciting!  Little T still falls right over if you sit him up, but I'm sure he won't be too far behind.  Another discovery is that Olivia has two teeth already!  Her two bottom teeth have popped through and without any major pain, but boy are they sharp!  The rest of the weekend was also pretty uneventful, or at least I can't remember anything out of the ordinary. 
The work week went by pretty slowly.  I'm basically independent with my new job, but still have to ask others for assistance quite a bit.  Everyone keeps telling me that I'm doing well, but it seemed like last week, I couldn't get anything right.  I even almost flushed my cell phone down the toilet toward the beginning of the week.  No, I didn't do it on purpose - it was an accident.  (It fell out of my pocket.)  It has since dried out and working normally thanks to a co-worker's suggestion of putting it in a bag of rice. 
Our normal routine in the morning is that I get up around 6:30am, take a shower and then start changing diapers.  Everyone is usually awake by 6:45am and ready to eat around 7am.  Now I'm sure that seeing one smiling baby as you enter the room would be really sweet/cute/etc., but seeing three smiling faces looking at you, there's no greater feeling and that's now my 'happy place'  If I'm having a crap-tastic day, all I need to think about is those sweet smiling faces as I enter their room.  It's the best way to start the day!

One final story -because I want to remember this.  This morning we had all three babies on the bed after their feeding.  Olivia was facing little T and as he always does, he smiles at his sisters and babbles at them.  Olivia, being our cautious baby, isn't always so quick to smile back.  Well this morning, she basically snubbed him and looked at him and turned away.  I felt so bad for him because he never really seems to get any 'response' back from his sisters when he tries to engage them.  Maybe then they're older, they'll want to talk to each other.  Included are a few pictures from last weekend... included one of the diapers on the clothes line.  This isn't even all of the dipes we have!