the honeymoon period is definitely over.
and the struggle has begun.
i fully admit it - i used to judge people with only two kids. because how hard could it really be?
but now that i have two kids, i can only think, "how to people have more than two kids? ever?"
again, the problem is not with the number of kids. actually taking care of two kids hasn't been more difficult for me than taking care of one.
the problem is that i'm having a super hard time adjusting to the new normal.
getting anywhere is twice as hard. doing anything is twice as hard. having time to go to the gym in between feeding a baby and feeding the rest of my people is twice as hard.
every time i start something, one or the other of my kids needs me...so nothing and i mean nothing gets done.
and i constantly feel just plain exhausted and overwhelmed at even the simplest of things.
i don't understand how to get a nap for tate while also getting out of the house - because being home all day drives me bonkers.
i don't know how to take care of myself while also taking care of everyone else.
i don't know why the floor is always dirty even when i just vacuumed it.
and for the love, why won't carolyn just listen and do what i ask without me having to ask seven times and then losing my temper?!
carolyn's recent constant refrain is, "why does tate have to be here?" no matter where we are or what we're doing (most especially if she has to share her daddy with him).
i know these are normal feelings...and mothers across the land are shaking their heads at me yet again, but things have got to get back to normal.
or maybe i should just resign myself to get used to it.