To all of those jerks who said that having two kids is three times the work, I can now reply with some modicum of authority that you are wrong. It is draining, it is LOUD, and it is occasionally ridiculous (See above photo), but it is not the hellacious nightmare for which I had been preparing myself.
Is someone always crying? Yes, but I seem to have adapted by laughing inappropriately at it. Am I tired? HELL yes, but I am displaying a heretofore unprecedented capacity to suck.it.up. Does my house look like Beirut? Not yet, but ask me again in a year. (The baby is still cultivating his house-trashing skills.) My car smells suddenly and inexplicably gross, my primary form of exercise is carrying a diaper bag that could rival the Leviathan, Amazon is now delivering two different sizes of diaper to my house, and I am forever imploring the Little Lady not to kiss her brother on the lips, but you know what?
It’s not so bad.
In fact, sometimes, it’s delightful.