That's what 2 kids feels like to me.
I have faith that I will get better at this, but there's this thing called "leaving the house" that leaves me feeling exhausted by the time I make it to the driver's seat. Mary requires extensive negotiating at each juncture. Putting socks on. Putting shoes on. Keeping the shoes on. Putting on a jacket ("But mom! I like being cold!") Getting IN the car. Getting IN the carseat. Getting in the carseat with bum down instead of out. Last-minute delays: "I need WAAAAAATER!"
|One of Mary's cuter delays: "I giving myself a hug!"|
Matthew is too little to require negotiating, but inevitably I'll forget something crucial on the looooong list of stuff to remember when leaving the house: diapers, wipes, binkies, blanket, extra outfit, nursing cover, water for me, burp clothes, and so on.
Sometimes I successfully pack it all and then leave the diaper bag by the door as we drive away. Leaving the house FAIL.
And mealtimes are always a crisis. Not one of us is very cheerful when hungry, and at lunchtime we all seem to be hungry at the SAME TIME. Poor Matthew always wears part of my lunch on his face. (I'm not that good at eating left-handed while nursing him).
A 3-year-old and a 3-month-old are easy and hard in opposite ways. Mary eats when I do, takes only 1 nap a day, can feed herself if I provide the food, and doesn't need to be carried anywhere. But she has OPINIONS and her OPINIONS rule my life. Matthew has almost NO opinions, but requires hours of my day immobilized on the couch feeding him, while trying to read a book to Mary that she is balancing on Matthew's head.
In the middle of all this, we just bought a home and moved into our new house. Three days in a row I haven't unpacked a single box during the daytime. THREE DAYS. Isaac is a tactful husband but I can sense a little confusion in his carefully worded, "So, um, what did you do today?" Fed the kids, gave them baths, and made dinner, thank you very much. So what if that took ALL day?
|Bad memories of packing...|
I keep telling myself that in the history of the world probably billions of women have had 2 kids. (Pull yourself together Camber!)
Then I tell myself most of those women didn't have to get their toddlers into carseats.
TWO kids! And yet, sometimes I feel kind of awesome. Like when I successfully carry a wobbly-headed baby and a 30+ pound 3-year-old down the stairs at the same time. Or when I manage to get all three of us taking a nap at the same time. Or when I catch Mary taking a binky to her crying brother and telling him, "It's ok! Your sister's here!"
|At Matthew's baby blessing|
There was a time when I doubted whether we'd have one kid, let alone 2. Ungraceful as I am at handling both of them I feel blessed beyond measure. And, though I admit that some days I want bedtime to come an hour early, the kids are no sooner in bed than I start thinking affectionately on them, no matter how hard the day. I'm pretty in love with my 2 kids.
LOVE the piano analogy. That is hilarious. I remember when Hannah was one month old and I thought "how on earth do women have multiple kids?"ReplyDelete
I am sure you are doing a great job! And I love it when the cosmos align and everyone gets a nap at the same time...that is definitely something to celebrate. :) Good luck settling into your new home.ReplyDelete
You are an amazing Mom Camber! All the "stuff" of surviving day to day life with small children is pale in comparison to a child knowing every minute of every day that their Mom and Dad love them!! Cherish the moments too Camber. I know you don't think it now - but as I look back on my life and when you were all little kids and what we did together as a family - I would give anything to go back to those times! Grandpa is fun for sure - but you all grew up way too fast!! I saw a cartoon the other day - "I thought growing old would take longer!". So enjoy every moment, the day will come when you will miss these times very much :-)ReplyDelete
I love all of your posts! Kids forming opinions is one of the hardest stages! Cole will never be able to understand that we have to wear coats all winter long, not just one or two days a week. And it still blows Rachel's mind that brushing her hair is a daily practice. Keep up the good work. They sure are sweet when they're sleeping! :)ReplyDelete
PS- The piano analogy is genius.ReplyDelete
Camber! This is your cousin Marsha! Your kids are so beautiful, so beautiful. I'm glad I stumbled across your blog (through Melissa's). Anyway, 2 kids was hardest for me, hands down. Everyone said 3 would be because you run out of hands, but learning to divide my attention between multiple children was so hard. I was actually scared to death to have a 3rd child (all boys btw) because of how hard juggling 2 was. Then 3 wasn't as bad as I thought and 4 wasn't bad either, and now I'm working on # 5 and it's all just plain craziness all the time, we'll see how this goes, lol! Love ya!!!ReplyDelete