January 31, 2013

My first week solo

You will have to forgive me over the next few weeks if my posts seem scattered or confusing. See this precious girl?

Yeah, her and her brother have made a pact to destroy me. It's amazing how quickly they have bonded and talked about my destruction. But they have. Don't be fooled by their cuteness. It's a trap. Evil from birth, I tell you, evil from birth.


Sooo.. this week I started my journey as a stay at home mom of two. It is not for the weak of heart. I admire all moms of multiple kids. I mean, truly, this is h-a-r-d. I spend most my day trying to stay awake, cleaning, feeding, changing diapers (how is it that they BOTH poop at the same time?!) and ignoring screams.

The screams alone will make you really think you are slowly going insane. And neither kid wants to reason with you or tell you what's wrong or accommodate your need to pee. Nope. They just want to scream.at.the.same.time.

Not only that but you are stuck. Stuck in your home. Oh, you can take and pick up the oldest from school, but no stores or outings with friends. Why? Because you decided to give birth to your child during the worst flu season in history. So unless you want death to enter your home, you should just stay put and talk to the imaginary friends on the tv or internet or wherever they might show up...

There are good moments. The bonding of siblings is fun to watch even if it is over your downfall. The snuggles are always nice. Nap time is a saving grace invented by God himself to let you pee and eat chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

And I know there are many more good moments to come. Madelyn will turn 3 months. I remember the greatness of 3 months. Then, she'll turn 6 months. And, eventually, Bradley will be 3 and Madelyn 1. I think I will like that time a lot.

In the meantime, I will survive. I will cherish the moments I can. Hide in my closet during those rough ones. And pray a lot. Because I have a feeling that if all three of us are to make it to that 3 and 1 mark, we are going to need a lot of grace from God.

Oh, and if you happen to come and see me at my house one of these evenings, don't run. The zombie apocalypse is not upon us. It's just me after yet another long day with two kids two and under. (What were we thinking?!)


Sarah H. said...

Great.... Oh GOD! Ha. Oh man. If I lived near by I'd come visit! At least you have cute little ones :)

Elizabeth said...

It is really tough. Ask for help when you need it. Tell Jeremy when you need a break. It is so easy in our culture to feel alone. Our culture tells us we are supposed to be able to do it all ourselves but, I just don't think that's true. God gives us a community of believers from whom we can gather strength and encouragement. :)