I am worn down. This is so much harder than newborns (at least what I remember of it). DS hasn't been sleeping at night. Then I run around all day dealing w/ one disaster after the next. Oh you colored on daddy's new hat. Oh you broke the only glass picture frame I have out. Oh you pulled all your pants out of the drawer for the 3rd time today. Oh you just dumped a full bag of goldfish onto the floor I just vacuumed. Oh now you're smashing all 800 of those gold fish into tiny little crumbs. Top that off w/ the scream at mommy fests we've been having every day. It's like all is well in the world and then I walk into the room and they instantly start screaming. Yesterday I held both of them and just sobbed. My back is killing me from lifting two 30 pounders. I can't lift a child with my legs when one has a death grip hold of my leg. It's been raining and cold and we can't go outside. And the dishwasher broke. And I'm in the middle of stripping all the diapers. And dh has been working evenings so I've got pretty much every shift solo.
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11/20/09 at 12:40pm