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 diapers 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.
I too LOVE being a mom of two…except, more days now I cry becuase I sound so horribly mean and I’m tired of all the FIGHTING…but at the end of the day, I would not trade ONE minute of it! I waited my whole life for this chaos, and I love it! :O)
The fighting, oh my god the fighting! Being a referee isn’t my favorite, but when they play together nicely, oh man, is it worth it. Lovely to hear from you, Kel xo
Told ya it would be great. Plus you guys are pros.
You say this about three children, too, Dave, but I think you might just be high on endorphins from Crossfit ???