Not a breeze

That first honeymoon week is long gone--Grandma went home, Dad went back to work, and so it is just Mommy and the boys at home together, all alone. A friend said from the sounds of my last post, life with two children is a breeze. I didn’t want everyone to get the wrong impression about things, so here is the rest of the story.

The guilt. Splitting time and attention between two children is a little tricky. When they are both awake is the hardest. It’s kind of ridiculous but I can’t give one attention without feeling like I am ignoring the other one. A smart mom friend told me that I just have to get used to ignoring someone, especially because the more kids I’ve got the more ignoring you have to do, so to not worry.

The isolation. I know people with two children get out of the house, but I haven’t dared yet. The thought of lugging a newborn and toddler around in public makes me a little queasy. And my double stroller intimidates me.

The diapers. Newborns poop a lot. And my toddler’s poop is less frequent, but exponentially more disgusting.

The challenge of keeping a toddler out of trouble while caring for a newborn. Highlights: Noah learned to open the refrigerator, so you can only imagine the new world of trouble that brings. Noah finding the jar of vasoline. Noah diving headfirst off the couch, falling off a chair he had pulled up to the kitchen sink, and slamming his finger in the closet door. It could be much worse, so I can‘t really complain. Every day is an adventure!

So it’s not a breeze, but I wouldn’t say hurricane or other natural disaster. I think we are going to be alright. I guess I could be cheesy and say that the love makes the other stuff not so bad.