The birthday party invites have begun. Me and my brood of children load up into the car, load up on sugary cake and stimuli and back again to attempt bed time/nap. I really do love being able to celebrate with my friends the fact that they were able to survive another year as a parent. I love getting my two year old out of the house and into as much physically exhausting activity as possible. I love seeing the children interact and the smiles on their faces. BUT, it’s hard. With play dates, nap times, birthdays, and more being the center of my life right now, I can’t help but notice how social “niceties” are unfortunately the first thing to go for THIS mommy of three under three.

I’m always late… I REALLY try not to be, and I REALLY HATE this quality…but sadly it happens more often than I’d like to admit. Either my kid is napping, and I can’t wake a sleeping child, or it’s just the usual chaos that a two year old flings at you while you try to get out the door, or I’ve overbooked myself with back to back events, things get in the way of my timely manner. My military upbringing (my dad was a marine) causes quite the feelings of guilt in this area, even though, I’m usually technically “on time”, but feel I should have been earlier. I start the process of leaving the house 2 hours before departure, to counteract the lateness, but things like all my kids falling asleep in the car, or major blow outs (by BOTH babies at once) are sometimes unforeseen circumstances.

I’m not the best of friends… Ok, I need to apologize here, I didn’t get your kids birthday presents 🙁 I really am sad about this… Here’s the thing, getting three kids in and out of the car to “run to Target” is a BIG deal to me. I like you A LOT and I like your kids, but if it’s down to making it on time, or going crazy “stopping by the store” to get a gift… I’m sorry… Also, having three kids is crazy expensive and shopping for gifts for twins is also expensive. Trying not to make excuses for my bad manners, but there. Sometimes my mind is SOOOOOO jumbled (mom-brain anyone?) that I don’t remember your name, if I’ve called you, the last time we’ve hung out, who your children are, who MY children are (jk about the last one), but seriously, that how scrambled my eggs are… Remind me that we are friends and that we need to hang out.

I’m not ignoring you, I swear… Playdates are kind of hard with three kids. I’m constantly counting 1-2-3 to make sure all my duckies are accounted for and present. I can imagine once my twins (10 months) become more mobile it will only get harder. There are never full sentences or conversations spoken amongst my friends because I’m always running to either check up on one, changing a diaper, or kissing a boo boo. I usually have to leave without even a good bye or just a wave as I am being pulled out the door. Anxiety courses through my veins as I fear a melt down at any moment. That kind of stress does not a wonderful human being make!

I’m a mess… I’m never wearing make up. I might smell from not showering. I probably have spit up or worse on my clothes. But, I’m there… I’m trying. My kids are a mess. They don’t wear shoes (who has time for that?). They are learning to eat (by throwing food on the floor). And, there will definitely be a dirty diaper (or two) thrown into whatever trash is closest.  I hate this uncouth behavior, but it kind of is what it is…

DON’T YOU DARE RING MY DOORBELL… Being a little dramatic here, but I’ll tell you that all manners fly right out the window when you wake up my kids, sorry. This is the one rude thing I’m not ashamed of. (I know, I know, I need a little sign that says “wake ’em, you take ’em”, but again refer to the last paragraph about being broke and busy.) Ladies, I’m saved, stop coming to my door during nap time and trying to bust through. Friends, y’all should know because you have kids too. Amazon, you get a pass because you usually don’t ring, and I love you.

In the end, can we moms of three under three, or just moms in general get cut a little slack? In this season of our lives our manners may suck. We may leave a mess wherever we go. We may BE a mess wherever we go. But, we are keeping our humans alive and TRYING to teach them good manners. Thanks for understanding.