Binge-watching American tv shows on my subscriptions were by far the only things entertaining I have done inside this baby hole. Never meeting the neighbors because I was too preoccupied with the babies and only going outside to get groceries or stuff needed for everyday use. It was depressing too even think about it... I was becoming a hermit, a weeb, and a vampire. I have researched depression was not good for the body and babies needed exposure to sunlight in order to collect a vital vitamin so I tried to roll up my sleeves to start opening-up windows and cleaning supplies ready.
After numerous fails of getting off the bed, fainting sessions 1-3, and urgent care, I was able to clean the house and open up everything up in 5 hours. Moving Boxes? Cleaned up and moved away. Check! Spring Cleaning? Done though it took forever. Check! Babies? In Daycare. I WISH, PRAY, and DREAM! But it's never happening. I am unsatisfied.
I walk back into the master bedroom to the scene of three babies in a pile enjoying the sunshine. Triplet Telepathy aside, they were communicating quite well with their coos and gangs of farts. My boys were quite smart is all I can say as they notice my arrival, The ever overly confident Vian seems to send charms my way while adorable Seggie waved his chubby arms, lazily following my directions. Sirius... oh Sirius released a bomb of handsome energy as the light seemed to play with his eyes.
Faint session number 4 wasn't so great as I seemed to have fallen on the baby blocks. The evil eyes of the trips watch me as I fall splat on my face from numerous attempts of getting up. *uneven breathing* Whoosh, I CANT DO IT! IT'S TOO FAR! If I just tried to roll, I wouldn't reach the height of my sanctuary- the bed. Even if I d-... Know what, Imma just get into the crib with the babies. Bingeing Baby Shows starting now.
They are mesmerized for 5 months turning 6. With colorful and bright images, sounds they never heard, and me going along, they can't take their attention away*giggle*. With the help of the song "The Ants Go Marching", I start teaching them how to crawl. On their hands, positioned, and arms moving up and down, I think I did a good job. =====================================================================
Now that the trips have reached the age of 6 months, I will officially take them outside the boundaries of the house. First I need to remember where I put that map and where we are going. Then I'll pack the stuff up, clean myself up, and leave the house. I need a li- *bawling*... Welp, time to check on the babies.