"Ginnie, how is it having 4 kids?"

I've been asked this question several times
and I think it's time to let you in on a little secret.
I'm not super woman.
I know, shocking... right? I was a little shocked too when I figured that out.

Day #1 as a mother of 4 was great, couldn't have been better. Sure I was in the hospital, but still.

Day #2 as a mother of 4 was a little different. I was on the way home from the hospital when it hit me. I have 4 kids! And there's no nurse to take the baby at night! And there's no one to bring me my breakfast, lunch, & dinner in bed! And I actually have to be a mom doing all of the motherly things that mothers do! I was a little bit of a mess then.

My first week as a mother of 4? I was a complete mess. Period.

Now I've finally reached my first month as a mother of 4. I didn't think I would make it, but I did. Me writing this at this very moment is living proof that I am a survivor (insert my new theme song, "I Will Survive"). I'm happy to report things are going pretty good. This doesn't mean that life is absolutely perfect. Nope, I'm still having my fair share moments where I lose it (probably resembling something from the movie The Exorcist just minus the projectile vomit).

How about a quick snippet from one of my most recent melt downs?

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I feel this meltdown is best portrayed through stick figures. It shall be titled...

The MELT DOWN
Drawn by me
Colored by Abrie

1. This is me on the phone with T-mobile.
2. This is my hair that looked no where near that good.
3. This is Kaleb jumping up and down in his super hero underwear yelling as loud as he can, "Mom. Mom. Mooooooom! Look at the wart on my bum. Look at the wart on my bum!"
4. This is his super hero underwear.
5. This is Abrie freaking out because the baby is crying saying,"Mom. Mom. Moooooom! The baby wants you! The baby wants you!"
6. This is the baby crying. And I'm sure, if she could talk she would be screaming, "Mom. Mom. Moooooom!"
7. This is Macie being naughty hitting me, then running away. Hitting me, then running away... repeat over, and over... and over. At the same time she's yelling, "Mom. Mom. Moooooom!"


8. This is me re-drawing Macie because I feel a little guilty about the horn thing.
9. This is Macie's shirt justifying her behavior.
10. This is my shirt justifying my extra healthy/curvy/womanly figure.
11. And this is my healthy/curvy/womanly figure, brought to you by baby #4.
12-14. This is how I accessorize with baby spit up. Again, brought to you by baby #4.
15. This is me about to lose it.... wait for it... wait for it...

16. This is me with my head exploding. Figuratively, of course. The final phase of the melt down is complete.

Please note: My shirt not only justifies the extra poundage, but my excessive hormonal mood swings as well.

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Would I change having 4 kids?
Nope, not even for a second.
The only thing I wish I could change
is that the kids had a mute button I could use from time to time,
but I hear duct tape works just fine.
I kid. I kid.

To sum it all up,
life's not perfect, but perfect enough.
The end.