needless to say, these past 6 weeks (!) have been an adjustment. good, yes. terrifying, indeed! i only now realize even more how my normally negative personality can be pushed over the deep end when my normally predictable life is no longer predictable. (case in point: i broke down yesterday when the bean woke up from her usually 3 hour nap, 30 minutes in with a huge poop, unwilling to fall back asleep, tiny not sleeping AT ALL when she was supposed to...two kids screaming and me finally losing it and crying to the husband that i am the weakest person ever and DO NOT want any more children. i did calm down, but still.)
if i were to say things are figuring themselves out, i would be lying. i think i'm just letting the daily waves carry me along, totally helpless and only slightly in charge. i think some of the best advice i am holding on to is to simply make it through the day with two living kids. i am happy when we are all alive at the end of the day.
i am however, missing some serious alone time, continuous sleep (this makes for a seriously crazy me) and a little bit of normal. but, really, what is that these days?
and, alas, tiny is screaming. my moment is over. so, lastly, one question (as i've completely repressed the bean's early months): is 6 weeks a growth spurt because tiny is eating like i'm starving her? (this also makes for a crazy me)
i love this photo (and thankfully no boob is showing)