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| 30-7-2008 - Life with two kids | My mood while writing this blog:tired |
I am up for the day at 4 AM, it's the only way I can get some quiet peace while drinking my beloved coffee before the day begins. It is so hard with two. I am very grateful to have two, beautiful, healthy girls--this was my dream all my life. I waited a long time for it to happen. But it is very hard nonetheless...there is very little in this life that is just mine, done for me and not for one of the kids. This is temporary, and they are worth it. That doesn't change the fact that it's hard.
So I am grateful if I get a shower every day, and I have done that just about every day. If I can sit down and eat dinner (rather than having to stand rocking the baby in the sling while eating), that's a good day. A day I don't yell at my four year old in frustration is a good day. It's been hardest on her, all of this.
I am very frustrated about my weight. I lost half of the baby weight, and I'm pretty much stalled with 20lbs to go. Some days are good and I'm on track, but some days I eat out of frustration and that neutralizes the weight loss. Yesterday Julia's naps sucked and she was so overtired, one time it took me two hours to get her down. Two hours of ear-piercing crying in my face. I ate over that, then felt like crap.
This too shall pass.
My husband travels once a month on business. He left today (probably it's what woke me up) and won't be back for three full days. That's three days and nights of caring for the two kids on my own with no help or breaks. The worst is the witching hour, 5:30-7ish...Julia's fuss time and Emily's pre-bedtime routine and bedtime routine. It's so stressful and Emily suffers...how can I read a story with a screaming baby? Somehow I get it all done.
I pray for calm...I wish I was calmer by nature. Staying calm takes a lot of work, it is not easy for me. When things get really stressful, I just want to scream. But I can't...I have to put them first and be a good example.
Now it's 4:50 AM, and I have just enough time to watch my DVR'd "General Hospital Night Shift" and have some breakfast before the baby gets up. Thank god for guilty pleasures...
If it sounds like I'm not happy, that's not true. I am happy. But this life is hard...right now. Things will get better and better, I know.
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