Today has been hard. The past couple of weeks have been hard, really. I feel like I'm drowning in a never-ending cycle. Wake up, Eva wakes up, Silas wakes up. Potty. Feed Eva, feed Silas, feed self. Dress Eva, dress Silas, dress self. Time for Silas to nap, or to wrangle Eva into her shoes and get to a playdate/art class/the grocery store/whatever (but first, potty).
Juggle two kids and assorted stuff while out. Nurse. Jiggle baby. Potty. Get home, feed Eva, feed self, possibly nurse Silas to sleep, praying Eva doesn't burst in and wake him up. Read to Eva, potty, get her down for a nap. Then: gather and start laundry, dishwasher, deal with disgusting bathroom floor, sweep kitchen, fold laundry from dryer. Chop veggies and start prepping dinner. Sit down and Facebook, resisting urge to nap, since Silas will be up in five minutes.
Nurse Silas, play with Silas. Eva wakes up. Potty. Finish dinner, while Eva plays in playroom. Silas is fussy-- work on dinner while jiggling him. Nurse. Get Silas down to nap. Deal with meltdown since I can't read to Eva right now. Have to finish dinner. Cave and turn on TV. Mr. Milkweed comes home with papers to grade. Potty. Deal with meltdown when TV goes off.
Dinner. Mr. Milkweed plays with Eva while I clean the kitchen, or vice versa. Nurse. Bathtime. Potty. Story time. Eva down. Mr. Milkweed walks Silas while he fusses. More laundry. Nurse. Collapse on couch. Mr. Milkweed grades, while I mess around on the computer. Bed. Nurse Silas around 1:00. Sleep some more. Nurse Silas around 4:30-5:00. Sleep some more. Up 7:00am...begin again.
I feel like a hamster caught in a wheel. Today I went for a walk with a couple of friends, and it was the longest time I'd been out by myself in weeks. Weeks and weeks.
Weeks.
6 comments:
Hang in there! It will get better. Someday :)
Though it seems long and sometimes awful while it's happening (yes, yes, there's good times too...) it gets better - well, different anyway. At some point they start sleeping through the night (at least 2 or 3 nights a week at least) and then they learn to go potty by themselves (all over the floor) and they will have each other (to fight with). Then, you'll wonder where the time went and are amazed at how fast it's ticking away. And you'll cry 'cause you'll miss those night feedings when it was just you and your little ones... so they tell me...
Honestly, it will get better. I still have rough moments, or days, or weeks, but once my Silas hit six months it started to get easier. And remember when Eva turned one and you wondered how it could have gone by so quickly? It will go by even more quickly this time. I wish you were here and could come out to the pub and vent!
Thanks, ladies. I know you're all right, but it's hard to see the forest for the trees sometimes. At any rate...onward!!
Hi Cary, thanks for stopping by my blog earlier in the week -- I'm sorry your comment didn't appear right away, my spam filter targeted you!
Reading about your rough day puts my rough day with one toddler (er, preschooler, I can't get used to calling her that) into perspective.
Hang in there, mama friend.
Well, different anyway. At some point they start sleeping through the night (at least 2 or 3 nights a week at least) and then they learn to go potty by themselves (all over the floor) and they will have each other (to fight with).
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