Truth: having two children under the age of 2 is the best thing I've ever done. Some days are great.
Earlier this week I took both girls grocery shopping and to my surprise there wasn't a single tantrum or poopsplosion. Carina gave the baby kisses and "played" with her on the mat while I put all of the groceries away. Aurelia slept all afternoon and Carina played independently for a bit - giving me enough time to do 2 loads of laundry and empty and load the dishwasher. Afterwards, Carina snuggled up to me for story time and we played together. I managed to have dinner ready when Mike came home and even had a few minutes to blog. I felt like I accomplished so much. Both babes, and I, were happy and well rested.
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| "Baby kisses!" |
Yesterday, my goals for the day of showering and making a nice dinner I found on Pinterest soon turned into merely changing my underwear and choosing which pizza delivery place from which to order. Aurelia wouldn't sleep or let me put her down and Carina kept tantruming and trying to stick her stuffed monkey in the baby's face and OMG IS THAT POOP IN MY HAIR? and what do you mean you won't be home before Carina's bedtime, husband? And then came an avalanche of spit up running down my cleavage. ::breathes into a paper bag:: A mountain of dishes in the sink, cat barf on the floor {wish I was joking}, and crap, I forgot to order that pizza. Get me a freaking drink. Seriously. Can this day have a do-over? Wait, no. I don't want to try again. I give up. And cry.
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| Time to knee baby in the head |
As I sit here blogging with the baby attached to my boob {I feel like I've been nursing constantly today} after an evening of trying to keep Carina out of the trash can and stirring three pots/pans for dinner while trying to keep a pee leak in the Moby from spreading onto my clothing and chatting with Mike on the phone about when he'll be home, all simultaneously, I'm a bit tired. Clearly, today was also one of those rough days.
At least I made dinner, right? Wrong. It was inedible. Damn you, Pinterest. I tried. Now where's that pizza delivery number...
Moms of 2+ I raise my glass {it's a very full one tonight} to you in solidarity. How are your days? Do you have more of the good or the crazy?
