Learning Curve.
There are days when I feel like cloudy water in a glass. Days when I feel spilled and lonely, and the color of the sky and the color of the melting snow is like cement, perpetual and repeated as far as the eye can see and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep.
There are days now, when I feel utterly incapable as a mother of two. There is certainly a learning curve to it, and the curve is steep and scrabbling.
Today is one of those days. Stir crazy. An open jar of nutella. Going to pick up and Bean up at preschool with Sprout in tow. Thus far all efforts to take both boys anyplace by myself have gone disastrously. Sigh.
Oh the preschool drop off. When Sylvia was new and not sleeping I dreaded the preschool days, dragging the baby carrier into the school, down the stairs, getting outdoor shoes off and indoor slippers on, praying that she wouldn’t start screaming (because then she wouldn’t stop until we got home). It gets better, and then hard again and then better. Good luck, he is so very sweet (the photo below actually has me missing early baby days!)
I feel exactly this way about adding the third boy to our family. He’s eleven weeks old and you have almost described my day perfectly. Only I don’t get the reprieve of sending any of mine to preschool.
Today has been a learning curve kind of day for me as well. So many needs! So many things to get done! Which should be done RIGHT NOW considering that I have no idea if I’ll be available to concentrate on it for five seconds five minutes or (wonder of wonders!) five hours!
yep, its a learning curve but everyone is doing it, both your kiddies and you so there is no judging how you are doing. go easy on yourself…x
I have been thinking of you since the last post. I am sure things will get better with more practice. I am sending good thoughts your way!
Oh, I hear you! I have to go back to work soon after a year off. My youngest is just about to turn one and yet, whenever I have to leave the house with the two of them I still somehow can’t get out the door before 10am!!! I don’t know how I’m going to go back to work.
There will always be these kind of days …. but just think that after days like this will came sunny ones. Just be optimistic.
It gets better. I got better at organizing it, and my older son got better at helping, doing things himself, getting dressed – and it makes him feel so pround to know that he helps me. It gets easier – though man am I looking forward to the end of winter with the tights and the snowpants and the boots and the hats and the mittens blah blah blah. I’ll save half an hour once my mornings are shorts, crocs, bike helmet, let’s go!
Breathe…it will get easier.
Hopefully the fact that the learning curve is steep means that you’ll get to a new place of equilibrium soon. It will get easier.
You inspire me.
exactly. and the days do get better … until things change again and there is a whole new learning curve. but it is all worth it. and when you see those two playing together or the way sprout looks at his big brother and falls in, this will all be a memory.
i don’t know what your routine is, but i seemed to have to get out of the house A LOT for fear of going stir crazy. the sit and stand double stroller helped me. it gave me the freedom to do what i wanted, walk as fast or as slow as i wanted, and not have to worry about carrying anybody!
hugs to you, honey.
Curves are so pretty
try to not have expectations. Its hard I am the first to know this. But you are doing something totally new and different. Something you have never done before. Love you
Don’t be too hard on yourself. I just wanted to tell you that. I went into becoming a mother of 2 thinking, ‘been there, done that’, and guess what. It was nothing like the first time around. I broke out into a cold sweat at the very idea of being left alone with the 2 of them. It took me 4 months, I kid you not, 4 months to go out with both, BY MYSELF, and not feel like dropping into the fetal position along the way. It may not seem like it right now, but I promise you, with time, it will get easier. Soon you won’t remember a time without Sprout in tow. You’re in my prayers.