August 10, 2017
Having 2 kids is not for the faint of heart. Fuck, having one kid is a job. Two is a circus. The struggle is real friends and should you dare to venture down this path of adding to your brood, know this:
There are SO MANY diapers. I often spend a good 30 minutes corralling older baby upstairs and cleaning back to back shits from both. That's a lot of time to spend arms deep in someone else's shit.
No rest for the wicked. One naps, other doesn't. One is ready to go out, other needs to eat. One has a bedtime that coincides with others "witching hour" so the options for evening activity are bounce a crying baby or put a toddler who just leaned the art of a good negotiation to sleep.
If you pump, you get a solid 10-15 minutes of total alone time per day. Worth the weight in milk.
Annoying other mom's are just as annoying the second time around. No. More so because bitches, I know.
But amid the chaos are some really beautiful moments. This morning Baby 1 came to see Baby 2 and held her little hand admiring her tiny fingers. Sure, you tried to pull one right after but for a split second the tenderness and love were real and I remembered why we did this in the first place.
Anywho. I've got 3 more blissful pumping minutes and some weather to be checked on so I'm off for now.