Where do I begin?
I have so much to say and probably 10 minutes to get it all out before Abigail wakes up from her nap (Mac finally fell asleep a few minutes ago, so we’ll see how long she’s down).
I’m happy to say we’ve survived the first 8 weeks of being parents to two beautiful daughters. We officially can’t remember what life was like before we had two mouths to feed, two car seats to load, two diapers to change, two kids waking up in the middle of the night, and two cuties to cuddle.
The same goes for Abigail. I honestly don’t think she remembers what life was like before Baby Mac arrived. She includes her in everything, attempts to play with her, hugs and kisses her when she’s in the mood, and even makes sure I don’t forget her when we’re about to leave the house (which I swear hasn’t happened, but when I went to open the door this morning and left Mac sitting in her car seat a couple feet away, Abby walked directly over to Mac, pointed at her, and said “Mommy!!”, as if I was about to leave her behind).
Gosh, the things I stressed out about before Mac arrived are now just part of our daily lives. Getting out of the house takes longer than before and getting out of our parking spot is a pain the my butt (I’ll explain in detail someday), but it’s our new normal. We’ve moved our grocery store adventures to the weekend so Daddy can help and while I’d rather get it done during the week, it’s okay. This is all temporary.
I’m amazed at how quickly Abby has taken to her role as “Big Sister” and while we’ve had some tantrums to deal with, she’s actually become a better listener, she’s become more patient (something we work on every single day), and she’s happier and more loving with every day that passes (something I didn’t think was possible considering how happy and loving she’s always been).
For me, becoming a Mom of two has also made me a more patient person as well and it’s made me, yet again, rearrange my priorities. As you all know, blogging hasn’t been happening and I’ve virtually shut down mini me papers for the time being. Emails take forever to get responded to (sorry for that) and working out happens occasionally (which is the hardest adjustment for me if I’m being honest). Sometimes I get to take a shower and most days I’m at least able to apply some mascara, but wearing “real clothes” is absolutely foreign to me and getting out of my yoga pants deserves a true pat on the back.
All that being said, life is great. My girls are amazing. My husband has been staying as long as possible in the mornings and coming home as early as he can to help out more than ever. My days are filled with changing diapers, making mac’n’cheese, going to the park, trying to make new Mom friends, seeking out fun activities for the girls, consoling a crying baby and a frustrated toddler, sitting down to breathe when I get the opportunity, and enjoying my guilty pleasure of a glass (or two) of wine and Extra! at 7:00pm. It’s not glamorous or high-powered or anything like that, but it’s exactly what I want.
Some days are extremely hard, I won’t lie. But my days are fulfilling and I know my husband and my girls appreciate everything I do for them. More than anything, I know how important my job is and I’m certain I’m doing a great job at it. It may be the hardest job in the world, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus, I don’t think I’m allowed to complain considering I get to hang out with these two ladies all day::
Until next time,