With the birth of youngest, came the numb. I say this jokingly. It is that feeling you get when you are driving down the road and the baby is in the back screaming, oldest is trying to tell you about a book he read, and middle is singing at the top of her lungs. That is the numb, so I am half-joking. It is that blocking out that we all do as parents, because if we don't, we would stop having children and the human race would cease to exist. Youngest child sort of got tossed in to the mix of our family. He goes with the flow and doesn't complain much. By the time he came, I learned that unless there is blood or bones, I am going to keep going about my day and everything will be just fine in the end. It took me this long to learn that an afternoon of pushing him around in a cardboard box is more fun to him than any video game. Anything that is free is typically much more enjoyable to a child than something you just spent your money on.
It has been a long fifteen years to accept the numb feeling, but it is pretty nice. The kids have way more fun. Best of all, no one rolls their eyes at me anymore, except for the husband, but that is expected.