My mom & sisters came to visit over Labor Day weekend and since driving my mom to the airport on Monday I haven’t left the house. (Well, we did walk to the park yesterday…does that count?)
I’m not sure if that’s really sad or just self preservation.
But not today! (shaking fist in air)
Sophie slept in 3hr increments last night and that little bit of extra sleep (she had been feeding every hour and a half) is just the oomph I needed to put on my big girl panties & attempt to get out with two kids. The goal is a trip to Target & one of Samster’s favorite parks. The weather today is sunny, breezy & a high of 80. I have no excuse. And just look at this face! Who could be intimidated by such a little angel?I just wanted to let you know because I thought if I put it out there in cyberspace then I’d be more likely not to chicken out after dressing one kid…
I don’t know why but going from 1 kid to 2 is so much harder than it was going from 0 to 1. But in a different way, when I had Samster there was a lot of emotional hardness to get through. Fear of taking care of someone so needy, handling the roller coaster emotions of becoming a parent…and this time I don’t have any of that (well, I have been hit by the rogue estrogen wave here & there) but what I wasn’t prepared for this time was how physically exhausted I’d be.
I can honestly say I’m working harder than I’ve ever worked in my life.
Like hard labor camp working hard.
Everyday is go, go, go until bedtime. And even bedtime isn’t a break to be honest, there’s still someone beckoning you every couple of hours. Last night I just went downstairs to make a frozen meal right before bed (I had nursed Sophie during dinner & somehow forgot to actually eat MY meal) & as soon as I popped that puppy in the microwave I heard her start crying. She was with her daddy but I could tell the cry was escalating & just knew he was getting the look of extreme panic on his face. At this age daddies try their best but I think most of them just don’t know what to do when that little scream can’t be calmed. No? I came upstairs and said, “Oh, I thought I heard someone calling my name.”
Really, screaming kids has become my calling card.
Most days I really don’t mind, honest I don’t, but last night it was just too much. I’m overwhelmed. When I talk to my girlfriends who have multiple kids they say they felt the same way so it seems to just be par for the course, I guess this is the “adjustment period” everyone talks about. I crave my sewing time, what I wouldn’t give to lock myself in my craft room for a few hours. This weekend my in-laws are coming to meet Sophie so maybe I’ll get a little break, just maybe…
Anyway, I really didn’t set out to make this post a big ol’ pity party. Life is good, I’m very very blessed & remind myself of that often. At Sophie’s last pediatrician appointment the Dr. reminded P & I that life will get easier and babies start becoming fun at around 8 weeks, just to try & survive until then. (We hadn’t complained to her but it must’ve been written on our faces)
Here’s a few snip-its of our home…
I’ve been letting Samster dress herself lately because I don’t have the energy to fight the “My DO IT!” demands. This was her “printhess” ensemble the other day…perhaps another reason we haven’t left the house…obviously she’s oblivious to the standard “shirt & shoes required” store policies.
And Daddy having a “dance party” with his girls while I made dinner…
As for the blog I hope you don’t mind that it’s become more mommy blog slanted & less projects & recipes for now. (cooking? what’s that?) I actually did do one tutorial while my family was here, now I just need to edit the photos & write the post. (With some projects the actually writing of the post is more time consuming than the craft) I’m determined to get back to my crafting at some point soon, the ideas are starting to run crazy in my head & I’ve got a major itch to start getting some done. Or at least something done soon. If only someone would write a tutorial on how to make more time. Wouldn’t that be nice?