Being a mom to 2 kids is HARD.
I'm trying real hard to not be a whiny brat, cause you know, I kinda brought this one on myself.
But WTF? Why did no one tell me about this?
Don't get me wrong, Lincoln is still super sweet, thank goodness. We have yet to witness any jealousy or behavior issues from him. If anything, he loves having a brother too much. (Is that possible??)
So he's still the same. It's just that now...there's 2 of them.
And one of them ALWAYS needs SOMETHING.
I'm seriously non stop feeding them. Why do they have to eat so much?? Lincoln tells me no less than 20 times a day that he's hungry. I wish I had his metabolism....
And the baby...oh that sweet chunky monkey Brooks. What was wrong with me when I decided pumping exclusively was a good idea?? Have you ever seen the movie Daybreakers? With Ethan Hawke and Willem Dafoe? Probably not. Anyways, in it the world is over run with vampires and they are harvesting humans for their blood.
That's what is happening to me!
Only instead of vampires it's a big fat baby. And instead of blood it's milk.
I feel like I'm hooked up to this breast pump 90% of my day. No joke, I'm pumping while I type this. Sitting at my desk at work, awkward.
Don't try to visualize, please. :)
Speaking of work, how do people do this?? Working a full time job with 2 kids is BY FAR the hardest thing I've ever done. Add to that the fact that Richard and I have to run our Etsy shop, Stoic Design, in our free time (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and seriously, I'm dead.
Let me break it down for you:
2 kids + full time job=dead
2 kids + full time job + side job=died, turned into a zombie, ate a couple of people, got shot through the eye with a cross bow, died again. (I started watching The Walking Dead recently)
For serious, HOW DO PEOPLE SURVIVE LIKE THIS? Can someone please tell me? Is there a handbook that no one gave me? Was I hungover and missed the seminar? Maybe there's an online class I can take? I would pay double.
Not really because kids are fucking expensive and I'm poor.
I haven't NOT felt tired in months. These people are lucky they are all so cute, because more than once the thought has crossed my mind to run away. Just for a little bit...I would definitely, probably come back.
I love them all, they are all super fantastic. But I'm not going to lie. Sometimes the VERY short car ride between leaving work and picking up Brooks from daycare is the best 10 minutes of my day.
It's quiet, no ones asking me for anything, or singing "Feeling Groovy" at the top of their lungs. And it ends with me once again surrounded by my boys. Which, as awful as I just made it sound, is always my favorite place to be.