I kind of saw this coming. Having one kid is kind of a piece of cake. It's a lot of work to be sure but completely manageable. Having two has been logarithmically more challenging. I couldn't have anticipated exactly how challenging it was going to be but the words "a toddler and a newborn" didn't sound like your proverbial picnic. It hasn't been, but of course I still love* it. I've skated by so far because Finn's needs have been pretty basic (boobs and sleep) but now my cabroncito is coming up on six months and he's moving beyond what a friend of mine described as the "pillow with eyes" phase. He's getting himself some proper needs.
For example this weekend Finn's teething didn't have him crying all night, just every two and a half hours. At one point (I think it was Saturday evening, but it might have been just 7 hours ago) Erin had gone quietly insane with frustration after coming back to bed to find that the cold I'd earned as a result of not sleeping enough on these cold rainy days, had me snoring. Loud. She calmly asked if she should sleep somewhere else (subtext: to keep from smothering you in your sleep) to which I responded by gathering up my pillow and heading to the guest bed. The guest bed of course is located in Liam's room which works out if your guest is a ninja. I am, so I made my way across the room and under the covers in perfect silence and avoided announcing my arrival. Unfortunately the broccoli, cauliflower, and cheese soup Erin had made for dinner did the announcing for me. Liam was THRILLED to find that his favourite playmate was going to be spending the night in his room since he'd really not played enough that day due to the cold rainy weather. Mind you, this was the weekEND.
|I swear they look like they're plotting|
I have to admit it's affecting my work. I catch myself doing things like staring blankly at door knobs and saying smart things like, "I'm sorry, I thought today was yesterday". Most of my co-workers are parents so they empathize, but then again most of them are Latino so they're thinking "dos niños? psh!" I know there are books that teach you how to be a good parent and manage your time effectively, but when am I going to read those? I haven't even read The Hunger Games yet! I think for now I'll just rearrange my "gym" time to coincide with reruns of The Cosby Show.