Some dear soul asked me this when the girls were seven weeks old.
I may have looked at them like they had lost their brain.
haha. No. It’s not fun. There is sweetness and joy as they started to respond to us and smile but mostly its just a blur of continual work.
People used to say, ‘wow, you must be busy with your two/three littles’. And I rarely felt like I was. I pretty much just sat on the floor for months at a time, occasionally sneaking away to do dishes or fold laundry. And then the kids would get old enough and we’d move outside and I would get a little bit of a life back.
Now? I’m busy. I plan out my walk from putting a baby down to the bathroom…ok, pick those three things up, throw that in the trash and wipe down the table on the way. Come out of the bathroom, throw the dishes in the washer, pick up five more things and run upstairs because the washer just stopped.
Discover the mess Ivy just made (I could spend paragraphs and paragraphs on this dear child and maybe will soon. She is hilarious, adorable and such a mess), and then try to spend quality time with Ev and Jack except there sounds off a twin.
My brother asked me who was getting neglected. Thanks Dave. I told him the kids were. Just in general. Hours upon hours are spent nursing, bottling and rocking babies. One baby in particular has a cry you cannot ignore and will send the whole family in to orbit if not addressed quickly. The other baby sounds like a little kitten.
I know it’ll get fun. At some point they will sit up and that will be life changing. They’ll have more of an established pattern and be easier to anticipate. Maybe I’ll leave the house by myself to take them all to a park. What a novel thought. Maybe, just maybe, they’re figure out the two naps a day thing and I won’t go up and down my stairs 31 times a day. (I tried to keep track the other day, and that’s what I guesstimated. Maybe that’s why my legs are so sore.)
And until then, we live on their sweet little smiles and the hours of sleep they give us at night. Even if they’re not exactly fun right now, they truly are a marvel to me. I’ll catch sight of them kicking each other around on the couch and be amazed all over again that there’s two of them. What a miracle.
NOTE: This was written weeks ago. They just turned four months and I think things might be getting more manageable?! 😉 Violet just started giggling and thats a huge plus.