I have been up and down all day today, and it is only 9:00 in the morning. This is Paul's first day back to work.
Last night started out well: I nursed Henry at 8:00, and he was still asleep in his infant seat at my bedtime so I went to bed, and he didn't wake until after 2:00 in the morning so I got some nice by-myself sleeping done, and also it was encouraging to see him sleep a big chunk of time like that.
But what woke him was Elizabeth, crying, which she's been doing a lot more of since we brought Henry home, especially at bedtime and naptime and during the night. And Paul let her cry for a long, long time, and I could hear him snoring which made me feel like putting a stake through his heart. And when he finally went to her, he brought her out to let her sleep snuggled on him. And then he said nonchalantly, "She'll probably be up at 5:30 when I get up." That's what he said to his exhausted, breastfeeding-in-the-middle-of-the-night wife, who was facing her first day of five children on her own. So that was not a good beginning to the day.
Then he went off to work, clearly happy to be getting the hell out of here, and Elizabeth did indeed get up when he did, so at 5:30 in the morning I was watching a newborn and a toddler through bleary, uncomprehending eyes. But she was cheerful and cute, humming to herself and making little comments about everything, padding around in her pink sleeper feeties, and Henry was all alert and cute, and okay, I can handle this. Then the sudden awareness that the twins have a check-up this morning, and that probably means I should scrape a layer of dirt off of them first. And the discovery, in the kitchen, of a piled-high-and-squashed-down trash can, and a teetering-full dish rack.
I am always hoping, when Paul has to do (some of) my job for awhile, that he will be left thinking, "Oh my god, I had no idea how hard that was! I've got to help out more!" Instead he seems to be left thinking, "Oh my god, I had no idea how hard that was! Thank god I don't have to do it anymore!"
But this was a big Up: I took the twins to their doctor appointment (Oh, hi! It's 11:30 now! This post is taking me forever!), and of course I had to take Henry and William also, and it went fine. Totally fine. I put Henry's car seat and