Let's Get The Party Started!

Somewhere between delirium from surviving the past 4 days with less than 8 hours sleep total, I decided to start a blog to record all the funny, crazy, and completely outrageous moments that I've experienced as the mother of 4 kids, including a set of twins.

After I gave birth to the twins (who are now 13 months old), I became depressed and started taking medication to help treat postpartum depression (which is no laughing matter by the way!).  After feeling terrible about my body, and feeling like a failure as a mother with my older girls (6 and 8 yrs old), I began to sink into a dark hole which contained way too much fast food, diet coke, terrible thoughts, and complete and utter withdrawal from life and unhappiness.  It's a pretty bad place and I hope that anyone reading this never has to experience the lows that I have felt in the last year.   

Fast forward to 13 month later, and here I am, still unhappy with my body and still riddled with all kinds of Mom guilt.   The only difference is now, I am out of that hole of darkness and despair.  Want to know my secret?  Nope, it wasn't the anti-depressants I took for months or that baby weight I have yet to lose, or the crazy and unpredictable sleep cycles I keep.  

The answer was simple.  It was laughter and LOTS of it.   

They say laughter is the best medicine.  It started from a book my sister in law made for our family this past Christmas.  It was a "funny" book with lots of funny little quotes she'd seen online.  I recognized some from pinterest or facebook.  They were hilarious and I couldn't believe how a simple gesture could make such a difference.  Then, I started thinking of my own situation and how crazy things happened to me.  

I sometimes would txt a girlfriend who had recently had her fourth child and tell her my crazy life and she and I would laugh and laugh and laugh. I suddenly didn't worry so much about the dishes that never get done, the floor that always has a spare gerber puff stuck to it somewhere, the endless laundry pile, and all the other "MOM" stuff, and I started to reflect on how much I love being a mom.  How much I love my kids.  How much I love to laugh and enjoy my kids and enjoy my life as a mom with little ones.  I might even enjoy the laundry someday (well, that's pushing it...!).