So today was my first day home all alone with no help with both my little girls since we got home from the hospital. Everything went really well (I even got to take a nap when they were both sleeping!) until dinnertime. I gave DD#1 a bowl of noodles for dinner and proceeded to eat my own while holding dd#2. She completely filled her diaper- up the back and everything, so I went in the other room to change her. DD #1 likes to have her bowl/plate removed from her highchair tray immediately after she is finished, but I was trying to change and console my newborn, and clean the baby poop off of everything. I heard a crash coming form the kitchen. She threw the bowl off her highchair in frustration and it shattered everywhere. SO I left her in the highchair, dd #2 is in the crib, happy for now, and I swept up the broken pieces of bowl. I get dd #1 in the bathtub, and spend the next few minutestrying to bathe one girl and comfort the other one- the crib wasn't where she wanted to be, and we had already tried the sling... I manged to get Abby out of the tub and dressed, and Ashlynn was calm once again, and I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I sighed a breath of relief one minute too soon. DD #1 followed me into the kitchen and started screaminig as soon as I sat down. She had stepped on a leftover piece of glass, and her heel was bleeding everywhere. It was a pretty good cut, but I looked at it and didn't think that it needed stitches, so we tried to clean it up, leaving blood all over the kitchen in the process. I got a bandaid on it and we went into the other room to try ot console the newborn who was pretty upset at this point, when I realized that she had bled through the band aid and had gotten blood all over carpet.
I took her into the bathroom and wrapped the poor foot up with gauze and tape, and then all she wanted to do was rock int he rocking chair. (who can blame her?) Ashlynn was doing okay sucking on the pacifier, so we went out to rock. Just as Abb was almost asleep, Ashlynn started screaming. I thought i owuld give Abby a minute more to fall asleep, but Ashlynn quickly became hysterical. I tried to put my toddler down and she collapsed because she wouldn't put any weight on her foot, and ran to rescue the newborn. My dh came home to find all three of us in the rocking chair, with the kitchen looking like a crime scene.
All he could say was "What happened?"
I guess they're just breaking me in, right? I mean, tomorrow can't possibly be the circus that today was right? (How in the world does anyone really do this with two kids anyway?) Anybody else feel like they're completely outnumbered sometimes?