Two babies. One me.
Brent and I will be playing a man to man defense now.
Am I ready for this?
I mean, really ready? Is anyone every ready?
Here is an example of some of the things that randomly pop into my head:
I was driving down the road the other day and thought, "I wonder how much hair, mine and others, I've eaten in my lifetime?"
I don't feel like a mother of two would think something like that.
I guess it will be about prioritizing. For example:
Hurt comes before hungry. If one kid is crying because she just feel off the chair, and another is crying because she is hungry, hurt comes first, right?
And hungry comes before whiney.
And discipline comes before diaper change. ?
There are just going to be a lot of things in the air to juggle. And have you ever seen me attempt to juggle? If not it looks something like this:
Sure she may look like she has it under control, but that is because she is tricking you: there is only one orange in the air. If I accidentally really try to juggle and throw two balls into the air? Then I look like this:
Sheer panic and chaos. Lucky for me though, Brent is actually an expert juggler, and looks something like this:
So that should help.
I've heard many a mother say that the transition to two was pure hell; that the transition to three or four or more was so much easier than that initial transition to two. Thanks, mothers everywhere, for that vote of confidence.
I guess only time will tell. And I know we will figure it out…
We will have to, right?
But in the mean time if you see me roaming the streets with mismatched shoes and diaper rash ointment in my hair, give me a little grace? Or let me come sleep on your couch for a minute? Or at least hand me a cup of coffee?
For those of you that have made this transition, and many of you have made it look flawless I might add, what are your secrets or tips? Are there any? Keep it real, please.