This two-kids thing is kicking my … Yeah July 21, 2010Posted by erinfrances in Being a mama.
I had it all under control. Dishes, laundry, junk mail collections. It was all under control.
For about two hours on Monday.
Today, after the baby was up last night three times for reasons only God knows, and after a full day at work and after Alice refused to have anything to do with me because I’m MEAN MAMA and Dad is fun! and he can flip her upside down! and he needs 17 kisses before he leaves for the second half of his shift! yay, Daddy! — after that, I just can’t … Just can’t. Go. On.
And it’s only Wednesday.
Two kids is one relentless, drooling, often whining, chubby-cheeked monster. If I had the strength to do a dramatic collapse, and if I weren’t currently pinned under a baby dozing in my arms, I’d be laying face-first on the floor, nose in the carpet, sleeping the deepest sleep one could ever imagine. And I’d wake up in February.
If not for that nagging sense of, ugh, love and, ugh, extreme homesickness when I’m apart from them I’d be signing the hotel bill right now in some other state.
That motherhood … it’s a sticky thing.
Look at those eyes. Sigh. She’s got me right where she wants me, the little booger.