I’ve been super lucky to have so much help during the first six weeks since our second child was born. Our 3-year-old Cassie has been able to hang at her sitter’s house most days, while I’ve been staying home with baby James. Sometimes my mom comes over to help out too, and Hubs has worked from home a few times to pitch in or just watch the baby while I go out.
I’ve truly appreciated every bit of the help. It has allowed me to bond with James, recover from childbirth, and enjoy my evenings and weekends with Cassie, all while keeping the household from completely falling apart.
But this week, our sitter is taking a well-deserved vacation. No sweat, right? Enough of this coddling. I can handle two kids. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Well, the truth is, I can handle it. But damn, it is hard! Cassie is 3, so she’s pretty much go go go from sunup to sundown (other than her afternoon nap — thank God for that!) James is a newborn, which means he needs a lot of attention, between frequent naps. And today, I had the added pleasure of cleaning up a bed and kid covered in poo (even the best of the potty trained have their accidents, I guess) and a fresh pile of dog vomit. Lovely.
The reality of having two kids (plus a dog, two cats and a husband, of course) is starting to sink in. I know it won’t always be this hard, but I am so exhausted and it feels like I’ll never get to catch up. I’d write more, but quite frankly, I’m about to pass out on my laptop. I guess I’ll write when I’m old and sleep when I’m dead.