I’ve hit beached whale status- in my mind anyway. 3 weeks to go!
Having kids and then being pregnant changes
your perspective on the to do list. The
new list Is “what I would do if the darn kids would leave me the blank alone.” Your mentality to this list is get done one
thing and call the day a success.
All I want to do is sit.
Will the toddler let me sit?
No. Of course not. Will the toddler not be a total and complete
evil human? No of course not. I want to scream that there are words for
adults like her and one rhymes with witch.
Of course the whole effectiveness of name calling losses its appeal when
the person doesn’t understand the
insult. Right now the terror of trying
to raise two kids is overwhelming. I
have no idea how I will get two kids down to bed alone. Will she still fight me tooth and nail when
her little brother makes his way into the world? Probably.
Maybe I should just give up on the idea of ever having time to myself
ever again and realize that bed time could now take three hours to complete instead
of the current one and a half. UGH.
Holy Cow what did I do?
