Maybe I should have listened

Before Edwin was born, and even before Sophia was born, I had a conversation with my sister-in-law Alissa. At the time, she had two children, 18 months apart, and was pregnant with her third who would be born 21 months after his sister. She advised that one can have two children close together, but the third could probably wait awhile - longer than 21 months. I also received similar advice from another sister-in-law, Teagan.

I am now beginning to understand why most people don't have children so close together. This morning my mother had to be at church by 7, and my father had to leave at 8:30. Which left me putting on the girl's coats, putting on my coat, buckling Edwin's car seat into the back row of my parents' minivan while yelling at the girls to stay out of the car, buckling up the girls, getting into my own seat, driving three minutes to church, climbing into the back of the car, pulling Edwin out of his seat, wrapping him up, unbuckling the girls, herding them out of the car, telling everyone to hold hands while we crossed the parking lot, getting inside, putting Edwin down on an available seat, taking the girls' coats off, taking my coat off, and finally making it inside the chapel. And then repeating the same to get home with the addition of changing Kathleen's clothes, changing Sophia's clothes, changing my clothes, changing Edwin's diapers, and nursing him. And then we ate dinner.

However, it's too late now for regrets. Thank heaven for Rere.